In Sarah's small bedroom, Jareth appeared in a blaze of glitter and fury.
"Ah ha!" he cried in triumph. "Now you are going to pay dearly."
Lightning shot through the room, a wind knocked over her carefully arranged flowers (a belated arrangement sent by her mother), and the faint music of a band of demons echoed within the walls. He glared at the bed, then rushed over and pulled the blankets off seeing - nothing. Jareth kicked the bed, yelping in pain as his leather clad toe bounced off the steel frame.
"Sarah Williams, show yourself," he demanded, stalking through the apartment. After a few minutes of searching he conceded defeat. She was not there. Perhaps she was at her father's home. He changed into an owl, flew with irate squawks of fury falling from his beak, and landed at her old window. Pushing it open with a practiced shove, he was then inside with the full lightning and wind show taking center stage.
"Ah ha!" he tried again, then looked at the empty room. Damn.
"Robert, I heard something in Sarah's old room."
"I did too, let me get my gun," Robert's voice said grimly. Jareth turned himself back into an owl just as Robert entered with an old gun. The man saw him just as he transformed and with a startled yell, Robert shot off a few rounds, nicking Jareth's talon slightly.
"Did you get anything?" Irene Williams asked, coming into the doorway. Robert shrugged as the owl raced off into the night.
"Just an owl. Let's go back to bed."
Jareth flew to Sarah's old park and perched on a low tree branch, nursing the tip of his bloody talon. Where could that insufferable child be, anyway? He grumbled a bit then headed home. A good hot shower was what he needed to get the nasty taste of Above Ground out of his mouth.
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Sarah whispered the words wishing herself home and in a rush of magic, found herself in a totally dark room. She tried to feel her way around but bumped into a large bed and fell into it. Nursing her sore foot, she gazed in vain at the blackness around her.
"I wish I could see where I was," she mumbled. Instantly, candle lights blazed into flame and she looked around. It was a large, ornate bedroom. Gold curtains with the black emblem of an owl hung from each window. Black sheets with blood red pillows were beneath her and there was a beautiful full length mirror in the corner of the room. Carved owls adorned the mirror's frame and Sarah stared at it, stunned.
"Where am I?" Sarah slurred, "I asked to go home," she reminded the universe, but the universe was not answering. Standing up and swaying lightly, she noticed a crystal sitting on the low table next to the bed. She froze. Owls, crystals - black sheets. She would not believe she was where her brain told her she was. She ran to the door and flung it open. Two guards were making their way towards the room. She hurriedly shut the door and waited, listening.
"The king says if we catch the girl, we're to bring her to him for punishment," a goblin guard was saying.
"Whattya think he'll do to her?" the other asked.
"What do we care? Just be thankful it's not us he's mad at - come on, we have another floor to search."
"Should we look in his room? He never locks the door," the other goblin suggested and Sarah bit her lip to keep from screaming.
"Nah, if you was a girl looking to hide from Jareth his bedroom would be the last place you'd go, if you get my meaning," the first goblin said laughing. The other joined in and their voices faded.
Jareth's room, this really was Jareth's room. Sarah panicked. She couldn't be in his room. She wanted to go home and hide under her covers for the next several years. Taking a deep breath, she wandered around drunk. How could she sober up - a faint memory of Jareth turning her shower on her last weekend slid into her mind. Fine - she'd take a shower. She walked towards the door and stopped. Did he even have a shower?
"I wish I was in Jareth's bathroom," she said and was instantly in a gold and ivory room with a large hot tub and a cabinet of soaps and lotions. My, my - he's really into his feminine side, she smirked as she chose some lavender soap.
Slipping out of her clothes, she found the shower and stood under the steamy hot water, letting the heat distract her from where she was. She'd just take a little shower and find the way of there. She soaped up, massaging the tension from her arms, then went lower to her legs, rubbing each from ankle to hip until she was smiling again.
She didn't hear the quiet entrance of the Goblin King into his chambers. Or hear him mumble to himself about a hot shower. She was working shampoo into her long, wet hair, blissfully humming the song Jareth had sung to her in the dream ballroom. It seemed like a lifetime ago.
Jareth stripped and walked into his shower, wondering why it was already running. As he saw the slim figure lathering up he froze. A feral smile crossed his face and he limped into the huge stall, grabbing a loofah sponge and shower gel. After pouring some gel on it he slid his arm around her waist and started scrubbing small circles of lather around one breast. Sarah tried to get away, but his grip was like iron and he had a score to settle with one Miss Sarah Williams.
"You have a lot to answer for, Precious," his silken voice had startled her but she wasn't sure that was the only reason she trembled.
"So do you, you had no right to bring me here," she said, trying to be tough. He laughed low in his throat and her heartrate sped up just a little.
"I didn't bring you into my bedroom. Or tell you to be so delightfully nude in my shower," he reminded her.
"I didn't mean to be here when you got back," Sarah stammered. He didn't answer but only raised an eyebrow at her as he slowly scrubbed her body. She tried again to get away from him, but he was not letting her go and she didn't think it was dignified to be screaming for help when she was technically trespassing.
"And just how did you find yourself in my room, you've never been here but here you are," he said softly, watching her face.
"I wished myself home but I ended up in your bed," she said again then groaned as a strange expression flitted across his face. Amusement and something darker that she didn't want to acknowledge. "That isn't the - I mean I didn't mean - um, what are you doing?" The loofah had fallen to the floor and Jareth had begun to massage her right breast with single minded purpose. After a few long moments, he did the same to the left soaping her skin slowly, flicking a finger tip off a nipple whenever she looked as though she was busy thinking instead of feeling. His hand slid between her breasts and stroked her skin slowly. She gasped as he touched her and began to babble.
"Jareth, I'll go home now - I'll never drink again and I promise to stay far away, oh god - that feels good. No. I mean, stop," she stammered as his hand took a slow path down her stomach, lightly scraping the skin with his sharp nails. She breathed in quickly, he was killing her. He spun her around roughly to gaze into her startled eyes.
"You are home, pet - and your king demands your undivided attention."
He took a step back and started to lather his hair, then put her hands on the top of his head and smiled. Without thinking, she started massaging his scalp and he pulled her closer to him, to bite her earlobe. She shivered, her mouth opening and he took that opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth and pull them both under the hot water. He rinsed them both off and pushed her out of the stall, grabbing a soft towel. He wrapped Sarah into it and kissed her hotly, easily overcoming her initial resistance to swirl his tongue expertly around the inside of her mouth. She moaned into his mouth and that seemed to excite him, thrill him. He let her towel fall from her body and his hands roamed freely, taking and claiming each inch of skin as his right.
Sarah's mind was a blur of right and wrong, good and bad. Getting home and getting into bed - good. Going into the next room and getting into Jareth's bed - bad, very very bad. But he had picked her up and carried her into his bedroom, dropping her on the bed. And then his hands were on her again and thoughts of good and bad became irrelevant.
"We can't do this, you haven't said you love me," she gasped. He laughed wickedly and took a breast into his mouth, licking it softly then blowing onto it. She squirmed beneath him and her movements inflamed him.
"Do people need to love each other to make love in your world?"
"No, of course not," she said sitting up. "But I do, I mean I need to be loved before I make love with someone."
"Sarah, do not trifle with me. You know you love me, your words from my mouth would not have happened otherwise."
"Then you'd have to love me back," she said stubbornly.
"What if I did?" he shot back, nudging her knees apart roughly. She gasped and bit his shoulder. He hissed and bit her throat.
"What if you did?" Sarah challenged. "What would happen?"
"This," he said, entering her in one fluid movement. Sarah hung onto Jareth fiercely as she adjusted to him inside of her. Then slowly, she began to move beneath him, clenching her muscles and making him gasp. He moved slowly, so slowly, watching her face as she struggled for release. Her hips rose up to meet his and she flipped over, putting her on top of him. She smirked and after a long moment of him staring at her, she moved faster, forcing him to go deeper to keep up with her frantic movements. He pulled her down to him and had her beneath him again, proving to her that he was in charge, and he would win. She felt a bubbling up of release start in her belly and spread to every part of her body as his dominance led her to claim him as well. This night would change everything. It had already changed her.
"Jareth, I love you," she screamed and his heart burst free from the chains of self imposed loneliness he'd imprisoned it in centuries ago. Moving faster, he pulled her butt to him and squeezed as she flung her head back, sobbing with passion. Her nails raked down his back and her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer to her. Her breathing was shallow as she begged for more, and he pinned her hands above her head as his mouth claimed hers again.