A/N: "I've Got You Under My Skin" -great song, and my title of preference for this short. So I did some angst, now for a little naughty bout of wish fulfillment. Also, for fun: try Liszt 'Liebestraum.'
She sat on a cushion, back propped against his throne, girded on both sides by spandex-clad knees. The touch of his naked hands on her temples and crests of her ears had her drifting in and out of coherence. The perennial drug of his voice coaxed her into a state beyond worry, beyond thought, beyond dreams, even.
Sarah was exactly where she wanted to be. Glancing over to the foot of the throne, she spied his infamous riding crop and wondered for a minute if he'd had any special reason for bringing that along. Laughing drunkenly in her soul, his fingers reaching down to trace the soft curve of her lips made her breath stop. When her pulse started up again, the life in her reached out to catch a still straying index finger with a kiss and playful nibble.
"You should let me be your love slave, you know," Sarah's voice chimed huskily.
Jareth trumpeted a pert laugh in response and growled low in his throat as he pinched her jawline.
"My little love slave, is that what you are? Didn't we agree that I was to be your slave..."
She let her wrists snake back around his slender calf muscles. He brought the warmth of his palms down to settle on her sensitive throat, the heat seeping into her neck no less than sumptuous.
"Well, let's see," he started, "Do you love me?"
"Yes."
His fingers moved subtlely as he kept hands anchored firmly in place above her collar bone.
"And, you fear me."
"God yes."
He squeezed ever so lightly as she imagined what his smile must look like behind her.
"The question is, will you do as I say?" A hand began trailing over the upper contours of her bust line.
"Of course, but conditionally. Always and ever conditionally."
"Hm," he snorted with sardonic grace. "Then I suppose I am your slave, Sarah, my Sarah."
"Slave, make me your love slave," she teased seductively, lifting his palm from her ribcage and placing it over her mouth for her to kiss its calloused flesh. At the taunting of her tongue, he pinned her shoulders tightly between his knees.
"Say please..."