Chapter 3: Where's Tammi?
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Jareth eyed Sarah up and down. By the gods Sarah, what do you have on? Looking her robe over, he noticed that there wasn't much keeping it closed.
Tammi looked over to Sarah and then back at Jareth. "Sarah, why did you not tell that someone was here? And why on earth is he dressed like that?"
Jareth smiled at Sarah. "Sarah, are you not going to tell this woman who I am?"
Sarah's face turned red as she walked over to him. "No, Jareth, I'm not going to tell her who you are because you are going to leave now!"
Tammi sat down on the couch. "Sarah, you said Jareth…is he the one you told me about? Wait - you said that it was a dream - so how is he here?"
Sarah covered her eyes with her hand. "No, Tammi, you said it was a dream."
Jareth walked over and stood in front of Tammi. "I, my dear, am Jareth, the King of the Goblins, and your Tammi I presume."
Tammi looked up at him. "Yes, I am." She glanced from Jareth to Sarah. "Sarah, please tell me that I am dreaming."
Sarah walked over to Tammi, giving Jareth a 'go to hell' look. "No, Tammi, you are not dreaming."
Jareth looked from Tammi to Sarah. "Sarah, there is something that we need to speak about, and it cannot wait any longer."
Sarah spun around to face him. "No, Jareth, there's nothing to talk about. Even if we did it would not be in front of Tammi. Now, please leave."
"Well, I can fix that." With a turn of his hand Tammi was gone.
"Jareth! How dare you? You bring her back right now, you hear me?"
Sarah ran over to Jareth and lifted her hand to slap him.
Just as her hand was close to his face, Jareth grabbed her arm, pinning her to the wall. "I told you, Sarah, what would happen if you did that again."
Sarah's eyes widened a little. "What, Jareth, are you really going to send me to the bog? No, you would not. Because, if you did, then I would not have to worry about you just popping up in my house."
Jareth just stared at her. "You're wrong, my Sarah. I would not have to smell you. I can decide when and how bad you smell."
Sarah leaned her head back against the wall. "Then do what you want. Just tell me what you did with Tammi."
Jareth leaned in close to her and pushed his body into hers. "Tammi is safe at home in bed, and when she wakes up this will just be a dream."
Sarah could not even think. Nor did she really hear what he was saying to her. She looked into his eyes.
Jareth could not control himself. Why did I have to get this close to her? I cannot let her see me like this. I do remember the dream Sarah, but I did not send it to you. You dragged me into it. I want to tell you this, but…
"Jareth, did you hear me? Let go of me. If it is taking you this long to send me to the bog or to do whatever…"
Jareth looked down and saw that her robe had now come open, and he could see what little she had under it. The sight of her showing more skin than what was covered up pushed him over the edge. Sarah's words were cut short as he kissed her.
Sarah didn't know what to think, or how to, for that matter. All she knew is that she liked this.
Jareth could not help himself. When he looked at her lips he had to kiss them. They are so soft. You are so soft. Sarah, my Sarah...my sweet, and you are so sweet. No! Jareth pulled away. Sarah found herself following him.
Jareth tried to get a hold of himself. He had crossed the line. If he thought his need for her was bad before…now it was only going to get worse.
Sarah looked him right into the eye. "Jareth, if this is what you came to my house to talk about, you need to leave. I am not someone that you can just come over to see and think that I will just bed you."
Jareth quickly stepped away from her. "Sarah, I must leave, but we will have our talk later."
Sarah walked over to where he was standing. "No, Jareth, we are going to talk now or you are not coming back here."
His anger was now getting the best of him. Who was she to tell him where he could and could not go? "Sarah, if you think that for one moment that you can tell me where I can and can't go, you are very mistaken. I will go where I please and if here is where I want to go then I will."
Sarah stepped away from him. "Jareth, you need to bring Tammi back right now and I want you to leave. I'm not some whore you can go calling to when you want some. And, if anywhere in that pee-sized brain of yours, you think that about me, I never want to see you again."
Jareth did not know what to think. "Sarah, I did not think that I was treating you like a whore, but if that is what you think..." He slowly walked over to Sarah and pinned her against the wall. He kissed her with nothing but lust. He ran one hand down her body and then back up before pulling away.
Sarah pushed him to get him off but he was too strong. She couldn't breathe and her lips were starting to hurt.
Jareth pulled away and looked her up and down. "That, my sweet, is how I would treat a whore. And you are not one."
Sarah felt wronged and dirty. "Don't you ever touch me again! I want you to get out." As Sarah spoke, her eyes filled with tears.
Jareth was seeing her cry for the first time; he did not mean to hurt her so. "Sarah, I was just trying to show you that I was not treating you like a whore. I would never hurt you."
Sarah moved away from him. "I don't care what you were trying to show me. Don't ever touch me again, you hear me? I want Tammi back and I want you to leave."
Jareth did not know what to say to her. He just waved his hand in the air and Tammi was back on the couch, but now she was asleep. With that done he bowed to her. "Goodbye Sarah."
Sarah was going to say something to him but he was gone. She pulled her robe around her and went to her room to lie down.
Jareth walked the floor in the throne room. "How was I supposed to know that she would take it like that?" Sitting down on the throne, he closed his eyes. "Sarah, I would never hurt you. You should know that. One day you will like what I have showed you."
He rubbed his head, trying to fight the headache beginning to form. "I will do as you wish, Sarah, but you will call on me again when the dreams get to be too much, and I will see that they do."