"You know, when she said mansion, I thought she just meant a very large house," said Sarah thoughtfully, getting out of the driver's seat.
"That is the definition of mansion, yes," said Jareth, sliding out of the car and wrapping himself up in a leather trench coat.
"Ha ha. This is the sort of thing you see in blatantly CGIed movies."
"Wait until you see the Escher Room," said Jareth, avoiding looking at the house as much s possible, "It's a nightmare."
"Escher Room?" Sarah asked.
"Yes. Escher Room. Mother's an architect. She was going through a phase. Do you want me to take your bags?"
"No, I can-"
"I'm taking your bags."
Sarah rolled her eyes, "Don't be a pussy, Jareth."
"Precious, I'm not being a pussy, I'm being a gentleman."
Sarah sighed and closed her eyes, "Come here."
"What?"
"Come here."
"But, bags-"
The trunk beeped open, "Get them and come here."
Jareth trudged over, hoisted the whole lot onto his shoulders, and went to stand in front of Sarah.
"Well?" he said.
"Closer."
Jareth leaned forward.
"Closer."
He leaned forward a bit more.
"Closer."
"If I lean forward anymore, I'll kiss you."
"No, you still have a couple of centimeters. Closer"
Jareth sighed, but obeyed. Sarah slapped him.
"Ow!"
"Do not call me precious. I am not some sort of... commodity. Or ring."
"It's an endearment! As in, you're the most precious thing in this world."
"Then I have the right to call you by your stripper name."
"Please don't. The children would question it."
"Children?"
"Yes. Can I move now?"
"Hm?"
"Am I allowed to move now, your majesty?"
"No."
Sarah leaned over and kissed Jareth softly on the lips, "Ok. Now you can move."
The man took this as an excuse to lean forward and return the kiss, deepening it. Sarah stepped closer and slipped one arm around his waist and the other 'round his neck, pulling him closer.
'What's a little kiss between friends?' was a question Sarah found herself asking more and more often. The man knew exactly what he was doing, and while it didn't blank out her mind or make her fall all over him like in a romance novel, it was certainly very pleasant. Very pleasant. Emphasis on pleasant. And also on very. And on his tongue.
"Do you think we should throw rice at 'em?" someone whispered.
Jareth broke free with a roll of his eyes and a muttered curse. Sarah mentally took note of it. A couple of steps away stood four children of varying ages.A little one, a large one, and two identical ones. The youngest looked vaguely ten, the oldest around fourteen.
"No," said the youngest, sticking his hands in his pockets, "That's weddings."
"Hello, goblins," said Jareth.
"Hello, Uncle Jareth," they chorused, rather unevenly.
"Whose she?" asked one of the (and Sarah was going out on a limb here) twins.
"I'm Sarah."
"We saw her slap you," said the youngest, "Is that a BDSM thing?"
Jareth looked exasperated and pissed off, "No! I-"
Sarah almost felt sorry for him as the children's eyes lit up with new blackmail material.
"Your Uncle was being an asshole," she explained, patting Jareth's cheek, "So I slapped him. However, he's very pretty, so I kissed him after that."
"Sarah, you say the nicest things."
The eldest narrowed her eyes at the couple. Sarah was still hugging Jareth around the waist.
"Do we have to call you aunt?" she asked suspiciously.
"I hope not," said Sarah, "Just call me Sarah."
The girl nodded and turned around towards the giant doors of the house, "Grandma's waiting."
"We still have to get a couple of things," said Sarah, "We'll catch up in a bit."
The children bought it and scrammed.
"I didn't know you had a sister!" hissed Sarah.
"I don't!" said Jareth quietly.
"Brother?"
"No. I do, however, have a two cousins. Both of which have an astonishing amount of children. I have no clue why they call me uncle, but they do."
"That's... good," said Sarah.
"Why?"
"Siblings are scarier than parents. Parents aim for humiliation and a break up. Siblings maim."
Jareth barked out a short laugh, "Oh, wait till you mean my cousins. Welcome to the Addams family."
"Your last name is King."
"A small nuance. Easily fixed."
"I look forward to it."
"Great. Now take this bag, my shoulder's killing me."
"Only if you get Ludo out of the back seat."
"Shit. I'll trade you."
"Too late."
"Shit."
Author's Note:
And so starts the family reunion. Off to a good beginning, don't you think?
Freshman year, Jenkins boy, and a so far unpredicted thing should get resolved during the family reunion, which will go on for a couple of chapters. Didymus is going to be addressed later. Before Sarah's family gathering. Other ideas so far include kareoke and Shakespeare jokes at Tanya's expense.
And yes. Yes, someone has totally raided David Bowie's old closet.
Also, I would just like to say that without the author's notes, this fic is currently 20029 words long. Something I definitely was not expecting, as it started out as a small, four chapter, crack fic.