A/N: A continuation of the previous chapter…
Sarah was enjoying herself. A touch tipsy, but thoroughly enjoying herself. She'd rather forgotten what she'd initially started out to do, but it didn't really matter.
A victory wine to celebrate her well-placed blow to the Goblin King's ego…
Or was it his ego she'd managed to hit in that gesture? Shrugging off the thought as a measure of precaution, she lifted her glass and took another swig laughing out loud at the tripe flowing out of her television screen.
Do as I say…
She'd never quite figured out what he'd meant by that. And being the stubbornly inquisitive creature that she was, the thought nibbled at the back of her consciousness. Nibbled like lover's lips over the skin of her beloved. Oh stop that… Sarah shook herself and grinned at the images flashing across her on the screen. Anyway, he pushed the envelope and got what he'd deserved.
Finishing her third glass of wine with a distinct aura of satisfaction, revelation suddenly dawned.
"Oh wait…" she interjected into the empty room, "He means TRUST ME…"
Bursting into a fit of inebriated chuckles she kept on with her audible musings, "Oh God, what a way to say it too! Do as I say…trust me…Only you, Jareth."
"You called?"
Sarah's mirth froze into an icy block of shamed and panicked terror at that oh so rich and melodiously suggestive tone.
"Back for seconds?" she chimed in perfect defiance, despite having to wipe her now clammy palms against her oversized house sweater.
"You have this curious habit of saying my name. One might think it was your intention to summon me, for what purpose I cannot but guess…" his eyes grew wicked with insinuation, "Certainly one who wanted to keep me away would manage to ward my token calling card far from her lips."
"I guess I did say your name. Slip of the tongue."
"Slip or invocation, it's all the same to me…"
"Are you really that desperate?" Sarah leered with the stem of her empty wine glass pressed tight between whitening knuckles.
"Well, I did offer to be your slave."
"Yeah, I tend to forget that last part, don't I?"
"Yes you do. To your own detriment I might add," face aglow he swooped down to alight in the adjacent chair, scrunching his features momentarily as he made himself comfortable. No comfy throne, after all. In any case, his long legs always made him feel slightly ridiculous swooping down into normal people seats.
"Loss or harm?" she barely managed to make her question intelligible. Nevertheless, he followed her train of thought feigning little to no effort.
"Depends, now doesn't it?"
"I mean, what could I really be missing out on?" she chortled dismissively into her cup.
"Since you consistently thwart my attempts at demonstration, how am I to say?"
She could feel he wanted to reach toward her. His knees, she noticed, were nearly brushing against hers.
"So trust, then," she chirped with eyebrow arched.
"Do as I say, and I will be your slave. Who knows, it might prove mutually enjoyable…"
"Funny proviso that."
He purposely neglected to dignify her cheekiness with a retort.
"Anyway, Sarah, you're drunk, it doesn't count," he stated with decisiveness as he slunk further back into his seat. For some reason the far wall appeared to hold his attention, Sarah couldn't fathom why.
"Does too!" she belted before she had the chance to cover her big mouth with her hand.
"Prove it," he purred in her general direction.
"How?"
Chuckling lightly to himself he muttered with surprising softness under his breath, "Say it sober."
"Well the alcohol won't stay in my system forever…"
"Oh Sarah, is that a drunken invitation?" His eyes seemed particularly wild and poignant.
Crawling onto his lap before he had time to protest, Sarah let her weight press into him.
"I told you I'm not drunk." Her hands morphed quickly into Velcro against the fabric of his collar.
"Don't tempt me woman, I am Fae after all."
"I'm tempting you."
"I know."
And before she knew it, a jolt told her she had crashed upon the cushion of the now vacant chair. He was gone.
"What did I say? Gentleman's leave to behave like a perfect scoundrel! I stand by that one, oh formidable adversary…"
A/N: I wrote this at the beck of a particular comment, and if I get good reviews I might write a third one to this. So let me know if you're all up to it. :)