DISCLAIMER: I don't own Labyrinth, Sarah or Jareth. I just let them run freely in my brain and tell me stories. If I did own Jareth, well…..I wouldn't share him for starters!
Warning: This chapter is full of UST…. And lots of lemon peel. I mean, TONS of the stuff. Oh yeah…and a bit of Sarah's potty-mouth.
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Ch. 6: 1 Tequila, 2 Tequila, 3 Tequila – FLOOR!
After her banana display, Sarah was something of a celebrity at the party. Between the start of her dare and the end, she was suddenly a hot-commodity amongst the fraternity brothers in attendance – much to Jareth's increasing annoyance.
"Sarah, can I get you a drink?"
"Sarah, have you eaten yet? I'd be happy to run to the grill for you."
"Sarah, want to dance?"
"Sarah, come in the hot tub with me."
It wasn't until Jackson Cooper fell on his knees in front of her, begging her to marry him that Jareth had finally had enough. He (somewhat rashly, according his rather stunned inner-voice) spun Sarah against his chest, his slender fingers tilting her face upward, before kissing in such a way that made the males in the room bristle as one, while the women felt a sharp pang of desire.
A rather primitive way of staking your claim, mate, quipped his libido. But it is a far cry from beating her over the head with a club in the ancient human fashion. Although I rather support the idea of dragging her back to the castle as a show of possession.
… I highly doubt Sarah would see things that way, about either the dragging back to the castle or her being my possession. That said, there are parts of her that I would very much like to possess – the sooner the better, he replied.
Gasping breathlessly, Sarah looked at him with dazed green eyes as he broke the kiss, "What was that for?"
"Do I need a reason?" came the teasing reply as his hands lightly caressed her exposed back. Jareth leaned in close, flicking her earlobe with his warm tongue, making her jump and gasp, before she got control of herself. "And before you ask, that was not my kiss for the bargain. I'll let you know before I claim that one."
Sarah frowned, her emerald eyes flashing as she looked at him, while her libido squealed with delight.
"You're cheating. I'm sure of it," she whispered, her rasping voice betraying the flare of lust that roared through her at his words, his kiss and most of all, his touch.
…Seriously, my body has declared mutiny in favor of jumping Jareth.
With a wicked smirk, Jareth nipped her earlobe with his sharp teeth, "I'd like to see you prove that claim, Precious." All the while his inner-self and libido were in utter shock that she hadn't argued that he needed a reason to kiss her, clearly she was either too flustered to think straight or didn't mind him kissing her – either way, Jareth saw it as progress.
Coming up to them, Brent grinned, slipping his arm casually around Carrie's waist. "Seeing as how you two 'ex-es' seem to be on very friendly terms, why don't you partner up for the next game. We'll be starting at 10pm sharp," he said with a wink. "Oh…and I'd suggest grabbing something to eat in the meantime – you're going to need it."
Unable to turn down an invitation to play any game, Jareth nodded, his hands tracing lazy circles on Sarah's bared back. "We'd be delighted," he replied, smiling at Carrie over the top of Sarah's head.
Hearing that, Sarah groaned and shook her head. "Just as well that you seem to have no problems with public displays of affection," she muttered as she ducked from his arms to tug her hideously ugly Hawaiian shirt back over her shoulders.
"Public displays of affection?" asked Jareth, raising an eyebrow suspiciously as he looked from Sarah to Carrie and Brent. "Just how does one win this next game?"
Brent laughed as he grinned broadly at Jareth, the guy may have a way with Sarah, but he clearly didn't know jack about frat parties.
"Well, winning the game and the ultimate purpose of playing are two entirely different things. In order to win you have to be the last couple still in the game," Brent explained. "Couples get eliminated if one partner gets sick, passes out or either partner forfeits a turn because they are uncomfortable with things or want to take their partner someplace private. However, the point of the game is to get to know your partner, very, very well. Basically, think of the purpose as extended, alcohol-fueled, public foreplay."
Surprising Jareth with her speed and ferocity, Sarah lashed out, punching Brent hard on the arm. "What would you know about foreplay, Brent?" she teased. "According to various girls we both know, you wouldn't know foreplay if it jumped up and bit you on the ass."
"Cruel, Williams!" laughed Brent. "Maybe I need more practice…Are you volunteering to partner me?"
Raising her arm to punch him again, Sarah paused, her green eyes flicking upward toward Jareth's bemused expression.
"It will be a cold day in Hell," she laughed Sarah, dropping her arm back to her side.
"Besides, you can't tell me my description isn't right. A 'Body Shot Battle' really is just public foreplay – when played right at least."
Sarah nibbled her lower lip as she considered this. He did have a point.
"No…I can't deny it. The last round of body shots I watched had three couples drop out and head for private rooms before the third round finished," she mused. Seeing Jareth's eyes narrow at her explanation, she laughed, "Things got a bit heated and they decided they needed to go further than allowed in public spaces," she explained, watching the understanding dawn in his eyes.
Frowning slightly, Jareth muttered. "I am still not sure about the allure of these fraternity parties if these are the types of games that are played. And you regularly participate in these things, Sarah?" he asked, his arms snaking around her possessively.
With a light laugh, Sarah impulsively stretched up and kissed his cheek, blushing at the feral way he looked at her. "The parties, yes. The games, no. However for you I'll make an exception."
Yeah, since you don't want to run the risk that someone else will volunteer to be his partner for the body shots! Muttered her inner-voice, feeling a bit cranky by the very idea of engaging in a body shot battle with anyone, much less Jareth. Her libido on the other hand was apoplectic over the idea of doing body shots with Jareth. Publically or privately didn't matter, all that mattered was the idea of his lips on her body and vice-versa.
Winking at Sarah, Brent grinned at Jareth once more as he led Carrie toward the kitchen for food, "Dude, our motto around here is play hard or go home. We take our games just like we take everything else, hard, fast and steamy. If you can get the Ice Queen here to play and even better to show a little heat, you're welcome to come party at our house anytime."
Wrapping his arms firmly around Sarah, Jareth purred in her ear, "Oh…I think I can warm her up sufficiently."
"Oh fuck," Sarah gasped, blushing when she realized she had said it out loud.
Jareth leaned back and looked at her with a wicked smirk, his voice a sultry murmur that make Sarah's body erupt in a mass of electric tingles. "If you insist on repeatedly making that invitation, Precious, don't be surprised when I take you up on it."
…Gah! she groaned inwardly, while her libido streaked joyfully through the dark corners of her mind, rousting every naughty fantasy she had ever had about Jareth and letting them know that they just might finally be coming true.
Sarah had hoped that all memory of her near miss fantasy admission had been long forgotten thanks to the success of her dare. Sadly, it hadn't been, as evidenced by the continued teasing and questions she suffered while the four of them were eating. Even more frustrating was the fact that she was trapped in a corner of the sectional couch in the game room with Jareth on one side, Brent on the other and Carrie lounging on the footstool in front of her – the three of them taking it in turns to randomly ask, "So, what was the fantasy, Sarah."
…As if I'd be silly enough to fall for that, she grumbled inwardly, after kicking Carrie for trying to slip the question into a discussion about the merits of eating lots of bread before engaging in a body shots battle.
"Come now, Sarah Dearest, you're amongst friends," teased Jareth, his mismatched eyes flickering impishly in the dim light of the room. "I for one am quite interested to hear what the fantasy might be. It wouldn't involve peaches by any chance would it? Hmmm?"
At the mention of peaches, Sarah launched herself off the couch, stammering something that sounded suspiciously like, "uroom, ow!" as she shoved through the throng of people and left the room.
"I think we've gone too far. I'll go smooth everything over. Save our seats," Carrie laughed and followed Sarah from the room.
After the girls left the room, Brent grinned at Jareth. "Just as well they've gone, I wanted to talk to you privately before the next game begins," he said, his pale eyes watching Jareth's reactions carefully. Pleased when the other man merely nodded, Brent continued, "Sarah is a good friend of mine. She doesn't date frat guys, hell, she doesn't date anyone more than once - although having met you, I can see why that is. But that doesn't mean I want to see her hurt. You get my drift?"
…How does she do it? Jareth wondered, listening to Brent's not-so-subtle threat. How does she instill such loyalty in so many people.
"Yes, I am quite aware of what you are saying," Jareth replied, his voice quiet and cold, yet cutting clearly through the noise of the room. "And I assure you, hurting Sarah is not part of my agenda. On the contrary, I have every intention of making her mine, once and for all."
With a sly smirk, Brent nodded. "Just what I wanted to hear, and I think I can help you out with your overall plan."
Jareth's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the youth sitting near him. The idea that this young man might somehow be able to help the mighty Goblin King secure his choice of bride seemed ludicrous.
Well, you haven't done very well on your own, as yet, snarked his inner-voice with an indignant sniff.
… Need I remind you, she kissed me,willingly and of her own accord. Progress is being made toward my goal and as I've already learned, Sarah is not to be rushed.
Turning his attention back to Brent, he nodded with a pensive smile. "Do continue."
"Well… with the body shot battle, you have to ask yourself, do you want to win the game or the girl. Winning the game can be great, but for us guys, the ultimate goal when playing with someone we want to get close to, is to take advantage of the terms of the game. Basically, do you want to win or drive her crazy enough that she wants to forfeit the game just to drag you someplace private," explained Brent, his blue eyes washing over the crowd of people.
Considering this, Jareth frowned. "Just what does the game involve anyway?"
"Oh man! You agreed to the game and didn't know what you had to do?" snorted Brent with a laugh. "You're brave, dude. When your turn comes in each round, you'll draw a card that will have a body part on it. You lick that part of your partner's body then sprinkle salt or sugar on it, depending on your preference. Then you lick the salt or sugar from them, down your shot and suck on a piece of fruit. If your partner is willing, they might even hold the fruit in their own mouth, which makes the game more fun."
Brent chuckled when he saw the mischievous light flare in Jareth's eyes. Now he gets it, he thought with a laugh.
"So you see, if you play the game correctly, it is the perfect opportunity to watch your partner squirm. Winning the game is never really the object, but the girls don't seem to understand that for some reason."
Seeing Sarah and Carrie fighting their way back toward the couch, he nodded at Jareth. "Look man, they are coming back. I have every intention of driving Carrie into forfeiting the game. If you're smart you'll make that the goal rather than being the last man standing."
As the girls pushed their way back through the crowd, Sarah noticed Brent and Jareth seemed to be deep in conversation and something about that unnerved her greatly. Rather than resuming her seat between Brent and Jareth, Sarah perched on the footstool next to Carrie, she needn't have worried as Brent got up from the couch and climbed onto the bar in the corner of the room. Placing his fingers in his mouth he blew a shrill whistle, quieting the noise.
"All couples for the Body Shot Battle should gather around the table in the center of the room now. The first round will begin in five minutes," he shouted, before hopping off the bar and leading Carrie to the table.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" asked Sarah as Jareth rose, holding his hand out to help her up.
"What's the matter, Sarah? Having second thoughts?" he chuckled, his hand grazing her bare hip as his arm slid around her.
"Well…no. Not really. But you should know that we'll never win. I don't handle shots well," she replied, flipping her hair over her shoulder, where it fell in a pool of brunette waves down her back.
"Who says I want to win the game," Jareth answered cryptically. "I have every intention of driving you to forfeit."
Sarah's eyes flashed defiantly at him. So that is the game he wants to play, huh? She thought to herself, while her libido did such an impressive shimmy of absolute lust that Sarah feared it wouldn't take much to drive away what little self-control she had where Jareth was concerned. Well, two can play this game, she mused as an impish smile spread across her face.
"Not if I drive you to forfeit first," she purred breathily, pressing her body against his as she moved past him, the low growl in his throat letting her know that her slow and deliberate movements were having the desired effect.
Her comment was greeted with a raised eyebrow and a feral smirk, as Jareth's fingers lightly caressed her bare flesh, making her skin burn where his hands touched. "Care to place a little wager to make things interesting?" he asked, his eyes darkening as he peered at her, noticing the way she shivered under his gaze. "First one to forfeit grants the winner a wish."
Sarah's frown said it all – quite clearly according to Jareth's all-too-rational inner-voice.
"If you think I'd agree to those vague terms, you've been wearing your trousers too tight and it has obviously cut off circulation to your brain – both of them!" she hissed, the breathy quality of her voice disappearing, only to be replaced with icy tendrils of distrust.
Throwing back his head, Jareth laughed, the sound bouncing merrily around the room despite the din.
"You're learning, Dearest," he crooned soothingly in her ear, while his arms wrapped around her, pulling her close to him. He chuckled as her eyes fluttered closed, the feeling of her heart pounding in her chest reverberating against his own. "So what would you suggest to solve the problem of vague terms?"
Pursing her lips in thought, Sarah considered this. She knew it was a dangerous game she was playing by making wagers with Jareth, but part of her thrilled at it – mostly the part of her that wanted to drag him to the nearest private room and run her hands over his chest, through is hair and….well….lots of other things that made her inner-voice nervous and her libido speechless with lust-riddled joy.
"Wishes must be able to be fulfilled without leaving campus and they have to be made before midnight on Halloween," she began, poking his chest with a manicured fingernail as she made her terms clear. "And they must be reasonable. No wishing for something you know the other person absolutely doesn't want to do or can't grant," she said, pausing a moment and thinking over her response to make sure she didn't leave the tricky Fae king any loopholes like she did last time. Pleased that her terms were as airtight as she could get them, she nodded. "Those are the terms."
Jareth tapped his fingers lightly against his lips as he thought about her terms, before smiling at her, his sharp teeth framed by thin lips that twisted upward in a devilish grin. "Deal, Precious."
…Oh Gods…be strong Sarah…strong…will as strong…power as great….oh Gods, his tongue…. Sarah moaned inwardly as a breathy moan escaped her lips while Jareth prepared to take his next shot. And this is only the second round! I'm so screwed.
Yup…I certainly hope so and if Jareth's body languge is any indication, that is his intent as well. Huzzah! Yelped her libido, as another wave of volcanic lava surged to life in Sarah's belly.
Sarah had only ever watched one Body Shot Battle. After seeing the hormone and alcohol fueled mayhem, she swore never to actually participate in one. Yet, here she was. Not only was she participating, but she was doing so with the Goblin King, her childhood villain and fantasy lover. And she had a bet riding on it! One she really didn't want to lose, as she was pretty sure that if he won his wish was going to involve much nakedness, lots of writhing and most likely, a peach or two.
What's a little food fetish amongst lovers? Cooed her libido with a sultry wink, as her inner-voice had long ago given up trying to restrain the glitter-pated, hormone riddled, ball of lust.
…We are not lovers…
The night is still young. Give it time. Drooled her libido, waggling its eyebrows suggestively at her.
The first round of the game was easy, everyone started with the same body part – the wrist. Sarah licked Jareth's wrist from wrist bone to wrist bone, earning a sardonic smirk from the Goblin King. For the first round, she was okay with that. She should have realized however, that he would cheat, especially with a wish up for grabs. Instead of going from bone to bone like everyone else around the table, he had turned her hand over, lightly kissed her palm and then run his tongue up the center of her forearm, from the edge of her palm clear to the soft flesh of her inner-elbow. The feeling of his tongue dragging along her skin was like velvet… moist, heated velvet being pulled with agonizing slowness up her arm.
Oh Gods! If that is what a simple lick of my arm feels like, imagine what his tongue would feel like on other, more sensitive parts, she whimpered to herself, as flashes of her most recent, peach-riddled dream danced in her head, striking her libido momentarily speechless, before it abruptly found its voice and began to plead (again) for Sarah to forfeit immediately and beg Jareth to glitter-poof them somewhere, anywhere private – An oubliette with a BIG bed would be perfect!
After Jareth took his first shot, Sarah thought at first that the other girls had gasped, then she realized with something akin to fascinated horror that the noise had come from her own treacherous lips.
…I am so going to lose this bet, she thought wryly as she watched him grin at her like she was a Christmas present that he was dying to unwrap – with his sharp teeth!
Yup. Isn't it great? Chirped her libido, already imagining what it would be like to have Jareth lick her from head to toe, paying particular attention to certain anatomical bits located in between the two.
…Something tells me that if I lose this bet, it won't be Jareth doing the licking, she muttered to herself. Her libido, who had not considered this part of the wager, collapsed in a spastic puddle of absolute desire at the very idea of having to lick Jareth's, muscled, smooth, and oh so scrumptious body.
Y'know…I rather think that whether we win or lose, someone is going to end up naked, mused her libido.
…Gee…ya think? Sarah snarked to herself.
Now stop talking to me and concentrate on that definitely willing and absolutely-without-a-doubt-able specimen of sex on two legs that is preparing to run his gloriously sensual tongue over your body - again, demanded her libido as it watched Jareth pick a card from the deck.
"Chest," purred Jareth with a wicked chuckle, unable to stop the smug smirk that teased his lips at the blush that crept so enticingly up Sarah's chest and across her cheeks.
With a mock growl, his slender fingers gripped her waist, turning her to face him as he decided how best to use this turn to drive the need that poured off her in waves, higher. Smirking he leaned in close to her, his head dipping low as his tongue flicked lightly at the top of the valley between her breasts, making her shiver, her hands reflexively coming up to grip his shoulders as her knees wobbled in response. Jareth gripped her tighter against him, steadying her against the edge of the table, before lightly sprinkling sugar down her cleavage. His mismatched eyes flickered with devilish promise as he looked into her flushed face, pleased with the glazed look she gave him. Jareth took the shot glass held out to him by Carrie, and placed his lime so that it was gently cradled in her cleavage.
He was ready to take his turn.
Jareth pulled her hips against his with one hand, his head once more dipping low over her while his tongue dove deep between her breasts, pressing flat against her chest wall as he lapped at the sugar. He smiled against her skin as her fingers tightened, gripping his shoulders almost painfully. Jareth proceeded to drag his tongue up from her cleavage, stopping at the base of her throat where he could feel her pulse fluttering under the skin, before downing his drink. A throaty purr rumbled from his throat as Sarah shivered when his lips met her flesh once more, grazing her skin as he sucked the lime into his mouth.
Releasing his grip on her waist, Jareth saw her wobble, his hand quickly finding her elbow as his thigh slid between hers, pressing her against the table for support. Jareth chuckled at Sarah's unconscious reaction to his touch. She had not stipulated that he couldn't use magic in their wager, but judging from the way she responded so readily to him, it wouldn't be needed.
"Hmm… having problems staying upright, Precious?" he drawled with a wicked smile, his voice gliding across her sensitive skin like a caress. "Perhaps you should give in and forfeit already?"
Biting back a moan, Sarah's eyes narrowed as she finally found her voice, "No chance, Jareth."
"Such a pity," he purred, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered, "I can keep this up all night."
"Bring it on," was her cool reply.
Get control of yourself woman! Ordered her inner-voice sternly, glaring menacingly at her libido who was gawping in a decidedly goldfish-like manner at Jareth's lips. Do you really want to find out what his wish would be?
YES! Screamed her libido with such enthusiasm that Sarah winced, then blushed. PLEASE!
Clearing her throat, Sarah flashed Jareth a sex kitten smirk, while wriggling wantonly against his thigh as it pressed between hers. She peered at him beneath hooded eyes, her tongue lightly flicking over her lips as she reached for a card. Then Sarah laughed, the sound a low hum of delight.
"Stomach," she drawled, with a sly wink at Carrie.
Grabbing Jareth's hand, she placed a peach slice between his fingers, her actions greeted with a questioning look from him. Ordinarily she detested peaches, but in this instance she figured it might be just the type of leverage she needed. Blowing him a kiss in answer, Sarah grabbed a salt-shaker in one hand, before pressing her body against his, molding herself to his length. Her free hand found its way to his shoulder as she stretched up, nipping his bottom lip playfully. She grinned mischievously at the low groan that slipped past his lips.
"Still want to play, Jareth?" she cooed, giving a lascivious shimmy against his body.
For once his libido was at war with itself, torn between forfeiting then poofing her into his bed (with or without her willing consent), and wanting to retain control in order to make her lose the bet. It was only by imagining Hoggle in Sarah's bikini that he was able to squelch the intense desire to drag her away, his voice hoarse as he replied, "With you, Precious? Forever."
"Hmm…not long at all then." With a sultry chuckle Sarah, inclined her head, her tongue flicking out to lick his lips. "I had hoped you would say that," she breathed.
With agonizing slowness, Sarah sunk toward the floor, her supple body never breaking contact with his, dragging slowly down his body. As her hand slid down his chest she gently dug her nails in, raking them along the muscles and over a nipple. A wicked purr erupting from her throat as she felt his breath catch at the rough caress. When her hand reached his waist, she raked her nails along his lower stomach until they reached his hip. Fisting his shirt in her hands, she tugged it from the waist of his jeans, rolling it up to his chest.
Showtime, giggled her libido, drooling over the sight of Jareth's pale flesh and wanting nothing more than to see more of what was hidden beneath the tight jeans.
…Hey…shut the hell up, Sarah admonished. We are trying to make him forfeit. Not me!
As long as Jareth ends up naked, I don't give a damn WHO wins! Moaned her libido fervently.
Sarah had to admit that at this particular moment in time, she was inclined to agree with her libido.
Looking down, Jareth's heart thudded forcefully in his chest at the sight of Sarah kneeling at his feet, the chocolate colored tresses at perfect hand height from this position. Before he could register what was happening, his libido took control and his hand reached out, lightly caressing the brunette hair as Sarah brought her lips close to his hip, her pale pink tongue slipping past her lips and…
…Dear Gods…. Jareth groaned softly as her tongue made contact with his skin in a way he never expected to experience. Shutting his eyes, he savored the feeling.
The touch was soft, wet and oh so warm, sending an electric thrill rocketing through his body. Opening his eyes once more, he saw that she was looking up at him, watching him as her tongue swirled around his hipbone, then dipped below the waist of his jeans, tracing a line toward his middle. He could feel her purring against his flesh as she continued to drag her tongue in lazy circles along his midline before sliding it toward his other hip, to lazily trace circles around it. Leaning back she sprinkled the still glistening skin with salt, then proceeded to bathe the path once more with her tongue, the feeling of her breath on his skin damn near making him lose control. Fighting the urge to transport her straight to his chambers (game be damned!), he settled for twining his hand into the heavy tresses as they tickled his skin.
With a quick toss of her head she had downed the shot. Her eyes pools of emerald lava as she looked up at him, commanding his gaze while her tender lips slid over the peach, then down over his fingers as he held the peach. She wrapped her lips around his fingers, feeling the magic pulse through her at the touch, before sucking the fruit and juices from his hand.
Jareth snarled, the sound part warning and part plea, his eyes visibly darker as they watched the brunette vixen teasing him in ways he had only dreamt of.
Just as slowly as she had sunk to the floor, Sarah rose, her body pressed tightly against him, the feeling of her flesh dragging upward making every nerve in his body seem to vibrate. With a dark growl, Jareth slid his arm around her waist and twisted their bodies, his lips finding hers in a fierce kiss that did not seek a response – it demanded one, one she gave with surprising passion.
Breaking the kiss, Sarah leaned back, letting her hands run lightly down his chest, teasing him further.
"You know, you could yield and we could finish this elsewhere," she murmured, her hips wriggling with sultry promise as they pressed against him.
"Mynx," he growled, nipping her lip harder. "You first."
"Pity," she said in a lightly taunting voice, before turning away from him toward the group around the table to await the next round.
Not to be outdone, Jareth stepped close to her, his fingers gripping her hips and dragging her body back against his until her back was tucked tightly against his chest, the rest of her body molded to his. He could feel a surge of heat as her skin flushed, and he chuckled. An impish smirk spread over his elegant features, knowing that the flimsy grass of her skirt was doing nothing to hide the rather significant effect she was having on him, and he wanted her to know it.
…Gods….she fits perfectly against me, like two puzzle pieces, he mused.
I bet that isn't all that fits like a glove, mate - leared his libido, as Sarah shuddered delightfully against him.
Sarah felt herself flush hotly at the feeling of him pressing so tightly against her, his body so strong and hard, molding her soft flesh to him. Sarah moaned, the sound quiet amidst the noise of the room, but judging from the chuckle that purred in his chest, tickling her back, Jareth had heard her.
…Damn him. I can't let him have this effect on me. He can't win our bet. She thought, feeling her head swim slightly and hoping fervently it was merely an effect of how close Jareth was to her.
Oh, but if you were in private, I bet he could get closer. Much. Closer. Sighed her libido wistfully, while flashing through images involving naked flesh, erotic movements and…
… Oh Gods... Stop! That! She grumbled to herself. Whose side are you on anyway?
Me? Quipped her libido cheekily, I'm on my own side and whatever side will allow me to see Jareth naked – preferably up close and very personal.
Jareth and Sarah watched as other couples began to drop out of the game. By the time their turn in the third round came, only three couples were left – even Carrie and Brent had decided to drop out in favor of continuing in private.
Sarah however, was a bit iffy about continuing. On the one hand she desperately wanted to continue because she didn't want to lose the bet she had with Jareth, however the tequila was going straight to her head, like it always did.
…Why must it always be tequila for these things? She moaned inwardly. Why couldn't we do body shots with something less potent, like Kahlua?
Well, you agreed to play this silly game. It is your own fault when you either pass out or get sick. Either way, you'll lose the bet. You knew what the game involves and what tequila does to you, scolded her inner-voice, having finally escaped the box that her libido had locked it into.
Pipe down Miss-Hall-Monitor-Killer-of-Anything-That-Smacks-of-Fun, grumbled her libido. Considering his reaction to our last turn, if we get a good body part on the next turn, he might just give in.
… I hope so. I don't think I can go many more rounds of this, she thought as the room gave a little shimmy – or was that just her?
Sarah felt her throat tighten as Jareth's body shifted against her back, his long arm reaching over her shoulder to pick a new card. Turning her head she tried to see what the card said, his voice a teasing rumble.
"Ah, ah, ah, Precious. No peeking."
Then he gave a wicked laugh that hinted darkly of sinful pleasures and erotic delights. At that moment, Sarah knew that whatever the card said, she was most assuredly in trouble. Serious. Seductive. Fae-sex-on-two-legs type trouble.
And she was right.
She couldn't help the whimper that escaped her when she felt him lean close to her, his hand flipping the card outward so the others could see, as his lips grazed her ear,
"Thigh." With a lecherous chuckle he licked the sensitive skin beneath her ear, "How I have longed for an excuse to caress your tempting legs and here you have gone and given me one. How wonderfully thoughtful of you, Pet," he drawled in velvet tones.
…Oh fuck me!
A million times yes! Squealed her libido, before falling into a quivering heap.
At least you shaved tonight, commented her inner-voice, not that it was a surprise to either Sarah or her libido that her inner-voice would home in on the most un-romantic, non-sexy thing possible.
Thank you Ms. Fun, snarked her libido sarcastically. Seriously Sarah, who invited her, griped her libido gesturing angrily at her inner-voice, who merely shrugged and sat back with a self-satisfied smirk.
Sarah lost track of the continued sniping between her libido and inner-voice when Jareth suddenly gripped her hips and spun her to face him, his lips seeking hers in a kiss that was at once passionate and tender, a kiss that commanded her whole attention. His lips swallowed her startled gasp as he lifted her to sit upon the table.
She felt his lips leave hers, hovering millimeters from the heated flesh they had just feasted upon, her fingers finding his shirt and gripping handfuls of the soft material as she fought her body and libido's urgent demand that she kiss him again. Opening her eyes, she was greeted with his piercingly insistent gaze, a look that seemed to lay her soul bare to him.
"Turn back, Sarah. Turn back before it is too late," he whispered so softly only she could hear, goosebumps breaking into a frantic race over her flesh as her brain registered his familiar and haunting words.
Her lips twitched uselessly. All she could manage was a slight shake of her head.
"Last chance, Precious," came the darkly erotic threat. "Give up now, or I will happily spread your thighs here and now, and do things to you that will only amplify the desire that I can smell on you like perfume. I will make you, squirm with need, Sarah. Showing everyone in here that you burn for me, and me alone. Is that what you want?" he purred quietly, letting his voice settle into every cell of her being as he watched her inner struggle through her glassy eyed stare.
Sarah's libido was torn. It wanted nothing more than to scream "Hell yes!" but at the same time it wanted desperately to drag him someplace private – her room, his castle, a secluded bench somewhere in the middle of the labyrinth. Hell, a closet in the frat house would do - precisely where didn't matter, so long as they were blissfully and completely alone.
For her part, Sarah found herself wanting him more than anyone she had ever met. She was no blushing virgin, although her experiences of a sexual nature had been few due a distinct feeling that she was missing out on something, that there should be more to it. In fact, her first thought after losing her virginity was "I don't see what all the fuss is about." This should have been her first inkling that perhaps she was spending time with the wrong partners, but no. Being the 'good girl' she was she assumed (however wrongly) that it was her fault, a matter of her inexperience.
So, she spent time perfecting her 'self-play' only to discover that she already knew what felt good and could play her own body as if it were the finest of instruments. Despite coming to the conclusion late, she finally decided that the problem didn't lie with her, but with her partners, however every partner she tried had the same problem – none of them touched her the right way. None of them touched her…
… like Jareth, she sighed at the sensation of his fingertips tracing idle patterns along the bare flesh of her hips, before opening her mouth to give up and surrender the bet to him.
Don't you fuckin dare, Missy! Ordered Sarah's inner-voice. While Sarah and her libido were of one mind with regard to their absolute soul-wrenching need to be in his arms, her inner-voice was insistent and (thankfully) rational. Ahem! Don't forget that you'd have to grant his wish.
…His wish, she mused while her libido threw a tantrum at her inner-voice's continued interference …it could be anything…
Most likely physical, whimpered her libido. And has to be done on campus and agreeable to you. So it isn't like he can kidnap you or take Toby or anything.
…True….
Yes…assuming he is playing fair. Have you ever read about a human relationship with a Fae where the Fae played fair? Have you ever known him to play fair? Asked her inner-voice in with and annoying amount of 'know-it-all-edness'.
That thought got Sarah's attention. Reluctantly, Sarah found herself once more agreeing with her inner-voice, while her libido sobbed with unrequited lust and want. It's not fair, her libido wailed.
Sarah straightened her shoulders as she sat on the table, eyeing him defiantly. "No dice, Goblin King," she murmured quietly, giving him a smile that spoke volumes.
She clenched her jaw awaiting his touch, knowing that it would likely be more intense than the electric sensation she got the last time – and she was right. Where his first touches had been tender caresses, the way he touched her this time clearly meant business. His hands found her knees, gripping her firmly enough to make the pool of heat in her stomach quiver needfully, but not so tight as to hurt. With a swift movement he had parted her legs, moving to stand between them. The heat from his body as it pressed near her, made her whimper, her jaw relaxing as his fingertips trailed slowly along it.
"Relax, Precious. If you insist upon this, at least do try to enjoy it," he crooned softly, his eyes glinting wickedly in the dim light of the room. "I certainly will."
Picking up another peach, he held it to his lips, watching her with an impish smile, before opening his mouth and slowly biting into the ripe fruit. Sarah heard herself moan at the sharp popping noise his teeth made as they pierced the juicy skin of the peach, droplets of nectar rolling across the fuzzy surface to drip down his fingers. Her hands dug into the edge of the table painfully, as she fought to resist the urge to throw the peach from his hand so that she could suck the juice from his fingers.
Swallowing another bite, Jareth leaned in and kissed her, his juice-coated lips sliding across hers as his tongue slipped through her lips, taunting her with the sticky sweetness of the peach. Just as suddenly as he kissed her, he stopped, his eyes once more upon hers.
"Say your right words and I'll stop, Sarah," he murmured. Then he smiled, a devilish smirk that teased his kissable lips and made his eyes seem to dance with mischief. "Unless…. Could it be? Little Sarah doesn't want me to stop?"
Sarah felt her face flush brightly at his words, knowing with every bit of her being that it was true. She didn't want him to stop. Not now. Not ever. She wanted nothing more than for him to keep touching her and teasing her.
With a knowing sneer, Jareth pressed the full shot glass into her fingers. Leaning toward her, his tongue flicked out to tease her lips once more, eliciting a whimper from Sarah as her eyes fluttered shut. She heard the seductive sound of his laughter, while his hot breath washed over her, then just as quickly as his breath was on her, it was gone. Before she could wonder, she felt his hot tongue pulling across the heated flesh of her inner thigh, the pointed tip tracing an ever expanding spiral that sent chills down her spine, while her stomach erupted in flames.
Lost in the sensation of his warm tongue on her skin, Sarah jumped, gasping sharply as the warmth was replaced with something cold and firm. Her eyes flew open as she looked down at him, blushing when she found herself staring into his amused face while he rubbed the half-eaten peach against her inner thigh.
…I give up!
YAY! Screamed her libido
NOOOO! Wailed her inner-voice.
"Erghh," is all she actually managed to get out, her brain having seized at the feeling of both Jareth and the peach caressing her skin, skin that was only inches away from the part of her body that most craved his attention.
Sarah blushed deeper and squirmed against the table as she felt the telltale dripping sensation begin.
"I see that the fruit is not the only thing that is juicy and inviting here," he chuckled, admiring the way she simultaneously seemed to blush and glow at his words.
…Mutinous, hormone-addled body! She cursed at herself.
Pressing the peach to her lips, he smiled wickedly at her. "Here, hold this Pet."
Without thinking about it, Sarah found herself doing as he asked. Opening her mouth she gently took the peach in her teeth, holding it there.
What the fuck? Squeaked her inner-voice indignantly. Did you really just go and obey Jareth? The Goblin King? Have you lost your mind?
…Yes. Yes I have. Sarah isn't here right now. Please hang up and try your call again later. Much. Much. MUCH later.
Sarah was too lost in the feeling of his hands on her legs once more to care what her inner-voice had to say on the matter. In fact, at that particular moment she wasn't evening listening to the rabid cries of utter joy from her libido. No, at that moment in time, Sarah only heard the whooshing of her blood as it roared in her ears, with every nerve attuned to Jareth's next move. Abandoning all pretext control, she moaned wantonly as his tongue bathed her thigh, teasing so close to the edge of her bikini, before swooping away once more, only to return a moment later to tickle her sensitive skin. It was torturous and delicious all at the same time. She wanted to scream, pushing his delectable mouth away, while pulling him harder against her.
She was barely aware when he plucked the glass from her fingers and downed the shot, her body still focused on the sticky warmth on her thigh that was left by Jareth, and the sticky warm wetness further up that was also caused by him. Then she felt his fingertips slide up her torso, lightly grazing over her breasts without touching them, her body arching toward him in response before she realized she had done it.
"Oh," she gasped around the peach in her mouth, finding herself staring once more into his piercing eyes as he took a large bite of the peach. His teeth made a wet sucking sound as he dug into the luscious fruit, the scent of peaches hanging heavy around them.
…Damn he is good.
And if he is this good when you are both still clothed, imagine just how good he has to be when you aren't, crowed her libido. Sarah had to admit that the logic was persuasive. Very. Very persuasive.
Jareth gave her a devastating smile as he leaned slowly over her, fingers deftly plucking the peach from her lips, while his lips lightly brushed her ear, sending an electric shock of undeniable want racing into the pit of her belly.
"Don't even try to deny that you want me, Precious. Your body is betraying you in every way possible. Give up now and I'll spend the rest of the night making sure that you don't regret losing the bet. Give up now and I'll make that yearning ache inside you disappear."
Sarah groaned, wanting so much to give up, but stubborn pride and the fear of his unknown wish forbidding it. Swallowing hard against, her throat dry and hoarse, she managed to finally whisper, "No."
And for the briefest moment she thought he truly looked disappointed.
"My turn," she rasped.
… If I can't get him to forfeit now, I won't be in any shape to later, she thought, feeling the room sway under her feet as she slid off the table. Between Jareth's ministrations, the shots she had during the game and the margaritas she had before Jareth had shown up, Sarah was having difficulty with thinking, moving and gravity.
Sarah gave him a seductive smile, her emerald eyes alight with wicked thoughts as she waved the card at him.
"Neck," she purred, her velvet tongue flicking over her lips.
Jareth watched with a sly smirk as she slid from her perch on the edge of the table and wobbled on her feet. He thought for sure that she would give up on his last turn, but the stubborn woman was hanging on, still determined to beat him. He had to wonder if her stubbornness was because she loathed the idea of granting him a wish, merely wanted to win against him (again), or if she really wanted him to grant her wish – which wouldn't have mattered, as he would gladly grant her any wish….
So long as it involves either or both of us being naked and in your bed, sneered his libido.
…Indeed.
Expecting her to ask or demand his surrender to the bet, he was surprised when she placed both hands flat upon his chest, her fingers lightly caressing the muscles underneath her fingertips, before looking up at him, green eyes hooded as they sought his hungrily.
"Sit," she breathed, pushing lightly at his chest.
Jareth raised a sculpted eyebrow at her order – no one dared to order the Goblin King around. No one it seemed, except Sarah. Sinking into the chair nearest him, Jareth studied her, fascinated by the quiet determination on her face.
In one swift movement she straddled his lap, one long leg draping along each hip, the suddenness of her movement and the surprise of it eliciting a low groan of pleasure from his lips. Her emerald eyes flashed merrily as she wriggled on his lap, her voice a temptress' purr.
"Don't mind me. I'm just getting…comfortable," she said, her breath burning against his neck as she squirmed against him, grinding the heat of her body against his.
… The little tart…, he thought, as his inner-self admired the bold cheekiness of her actions.
Tasty tart too I'd wager, added his libido.
Of that he had little doubt, having been tortured by the scent of her arousal all evening. Between her scent and the wanton wriggling she had done, it was all he could do to control himself, and in the end, he couldn't. His hands found her hips and rocked her pelvis forward and up against him hard, before stilling her movements.
"Having a problem, Jareth?" she panted, her breasts pressing against his chest. "Having a ...hard… time … staying in the game are we?"
Jareth snarled in warning, before moving to nip her neck. For being unsteady on her feet, Sarah was surprisingly quick, arching back away from his bared teeth.
"Tsk-tsk," she clucked, pursing her lips at him playfully.
"Keep going the way you are, Pet and I will gladly show you what it is like to have a very hard time," he growled, his darkened eyes flashing harshly at her, pleased by the blush that colored her face, to disappear between the soft curve of her breasts.
Still leaning away from him, he watched as her nimble fingers cut a slice of the peach. Sarah brought her face near his, before running her tongue along the length of his jaw. Jareth's eyes widened in shock at her actions.
"Hmm…little Sarah is full of surprises..."
"You have no idea," she laughed, sharp fine teeth nipping playfully at his jawline as she held a slice of peach to his lips. "Here, hold this," she instructed between nibbles.
Taking a second slice of peach in one hand and the full shot glass in the other, Sarah shifted her hips once more, driving her body harder against him, a sultry smirk teasing at her lips as his eyes widened and a low groan crept past the peach slice in his mouth.
Feeling her shift her weight on his lap as she bent forward, Jareth's eyes shut, allowing him to savor the sensation. She was by no means heavy, but the feeling of her body draped over his obvious arousal, pressing her moist heat against him with each movement, threatened to undo him. It pressed flat against his smooth skin, swirling around the base of his neck, dipping once more into the hollow, before swooping outward again. She worked for sometime along his neck, before sitting up once more, to slide the peach slice in her fingers along the same trail her tongue had just traced.
Without a word she popped the slice in her mouth, swallowing it greedily before thrusting her tongue against his skin once more. Her body rocked against him, a gentle, yet distinct movement that turned into a slow, calculating rhythm, as her tongue found the hollow at the base of his throat. He could feel her humming as she licked him, her breath warm against the cool, sticky feel of the peach juice on his skin. And still she kept rocking against him, subtle movements that made his heart race and the blood pulse thickly in his ears
Then he heard it, a small moan seeping past her parted lips as she swirled her tongue over him. At the same time as the sound met his ears, the rhythm she had started faltered.
…If she is going to undo me, so help me I will take her with me….
Gripping her hips once more, Jareth resumed her rhythm, feeling the warm rush of air against his collarbone as she gasped in surprise, then whimpered her need.
The race was on to see who would forfeit first.
Sarah was struggling. She had started with the intention of driving Jareth to forfeit and found that thanks to the wanton nature of her own actions, she had nearly driven herself to do so. When her rhythm faltered, she thought she might be able to regain control of herself, however that plan was blown away when Jareth's hands (his strong, wonderfully sensual hands…) took over, rocking her hips in such a way that was driving her rapidly toward the precipice of a very large, publically visible cliff and threatening to drive her screaming right over it.
With a small yelp of intense frustration, tinged with desperate need, Sarah threw back her shot, before launching herself forward, her lips capturing Jareth's and the peach slice he held between them. Devouring the slice in a gulp, she proceeded to pour her intense longing into the kiss, her hands sliding up to tangle themselves in his hair.
The force of the kiss ground her harder against him, making Sarah whimper and Jareth growl, his hands moving her harder and faster. Feeling her begin to tremble against him, his hands left her hips, winding forcefully around her and crushing her to his chest to still her movement. Summoning up every last measure of resolve he could find, Jareth wrenched his lips away from hers, the anguished whimper from Sarah making his very soul shudder at the intensity of her desire for him.
"No, Precious. Not unless you forfeit," he growled, struggling to keep the plea from his voice, his arms holding her still, denying her the movement that would drive her over the edge.
"Never…" she panted fiercely, her face buried in the crook of his neck and shoulder, without realizing her hips were wriggling once more in a vain attempt at regaining the movement he had forced her to end.
She could feel the hardness of him beneath her and knew he was as worked up as she was yet the bastard wouldn't give in. Fisting his hair in her hands, she jerked his head back and kissed him deeply, as if attempting to force him to capitulate by denying him air. Just as suddenly as she began kissing him, she pulled back with a frustrated groan.
"Truce?" she whispered urgently, the sound a pleading whimper, before her teeth sunk into the side of his neck. Sarah tried desperately to control her body's demand to writhe against him until she found the completion she needed so badly.
Jareth grunted, fighting the demands of his own body, as one hand roamed up her back to twist into her hair. Firmly pulling her lips and teeth from his neck, he raised her to face him. "Truce…but on my terms, Sarah," he warned, his eyes mysterious pools that hinted at both danger and ecstasy.
Sarah wanted to scream, 'YES!' anything to move from this point of extreme need and unquenched desire, but the alarm bell being run by her inner-voice stopped her from agreeing so readily, instead she rasped, "Name them…" … quickly, she begged inwardly.
"A fantasy for a fantasy," he snarled, licking the side of her neck as she quivered in his lap. "One of yours for one of mine."
Without thinking she moaned, "Done! Now get us out of here!"
Author's Note: Whew…these chapters are getting longer and longer! Please leave a review…they help me find my writing mojo and considering the intense fluff, silliness and outright lemony goodness coming up in later chapters... I need all the mojo I can get!
A question for my readers…what do you think Jareth's fantasy is? I'd love to hear what you think. :)