Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, although I'd happily snog Jareth within an inch of his life given half a chance. :)
Warning: Mature content. This story includes adult themes, sexual references
Ch. 2: Over At the Frankenstein Place
It always unnerved her when Jareth just stared at her and that is exactly what he was doing now, watching her with a very calculating air. This could go very well or very badly – and right now the line between the two was far too blurry. She had to lighten his mood and quick.
"Well, the first thing you need to do if you are coming out with the girls and me is to have a drink," she declared, heading toward the kitchen and praying her voice sounded stronger than she suddenly felt. Grabbing the front of his silken shirt she tugged him down the hallway with her.
Although small, her apartment was nicer than most of her friends places. Her father helped her find it and gave her a bit of money toward it each semester, although he had been pissed when she decided to move out of the dorms in the first place. At the time moving off campus more than necessary as there had been too many close calls with Jareth's visits - trying to explain Jareth's attitude and dress to roomates was never a good idea – or easy. It was just easier to live alone so that she never had to explain him to anyone, at least until the night he showed up out of the blue while Gina and Alise were hanging out.
The three of them had been sitting around drinking cheap wine, watching chick flicks and discussing the pros and cons of 'friends with privileges' when he came sauntering out of her bedroom, declared he was bored and ordered her to grab her purse because he was taking her out to dinner.
Sarah was sure for a moment that Gina and Alise were going to keel over from shock, their mouths gaping open like fish on a hook. They stared in stunned silence toward the door to Sarah's bedroom as all color drained from Sarah's face. She had been terribly afraid to look up, fearing he was attired as usual – something way too tight in the crotch and way too frilly up top. Luckily for her, his desire to 'be nice' as he put it and take her to dinner meant that he had materialized in her room dressed suitably for Aboveground.
When she finally found the courage to look up, she saw him leaning casually against the doorway as if he owned the place, muscled legs swathed in sinfully tight black denim. His taut chest was encased in the tight black t-shirt she had given him for his birthday, inscribed with gothic lettering - Oderint dum metuant – translating as "Let them hate as long as they fear."
The quote always made her laugh. She thought it was appropriate given his relationship with the goblins he ruled with an iron fist, or rather, an iron boot, considering his penchant for kicking the hapless goblins who crossed his path. Sarah also noticed he was still wearing boots, but they were short Windsor Smith motorcycle boots and he had a black leather jacket slung over his shoulder. God, she loved the way he looked dressed all in black – and he knew it, using it to his advantage frequently.
Despite the shock of their meeting, her friends took to Jareth right away, their primary objection at the time being the fact that she had secreted a gorgeous guy in her room without telling them. In fact, Gina threatened to have her committed for a 72 hour hold at the psych ward because she was obviously off her nut by hanging out with her friends rather than screwing 'that gorgeous guy's brains out' - end-quote.
Being the good friends they were, there was an unspoken assumption by Gina and Alise that the 'the gorgeous hunk of man' as Gina aptly termed Jareth, belonged to Sarah. She had tried to dispel them of this notion numerous times, but the seductive way he spared verbally with her, combined with his suggestive comments convinced them that Sarah was in serious denial, and needed her head examined for not taking him up on the lewd offers he made.
Shaking her head to clear the memory of that first night, Sarah gently shoved Jareth onto the couch in the living room before handing him the stereo remote. Without a word he started flipping through her music to find something he liked, while she darted through to the kitchen.
Swinging his legs onto the couch, he stretched out, watching her move about the small kitchen, smiling as she reached for the wine glasses on the top shelf. She stretched to reach the top shelf, making her short skirt rise exposing the frilly knickers that caressed the curve of her ass. He congratulated himself for placing the glasses up high the last time he and Sarah shared a drink, that gambit had certainly paid off sooner than he expected, and in a most pleasant way, he thought with a sly smirk.
Sarah returned shortly with a bottle of vodka, coconut rum, soda and some glasses, setting them out on the coffee table before retreating back to the kitchen. She knew his mismatched eyes were following her every move. Any distraction would work to keep him from reconsidering the terms of their agreement, and she planned to take advantage of the one bit of magic she knew should could create - desire. She flung open the fridge, intentionally bending deep at the waist to dig through the shelves, causing the crinoline to flip her short skirt high over her hips, offering an unencumbered view of her frilly knickers. Further teasing him, she proceeded to wriggle in time to the music he had selected.
"Cheeky minx," he purred. Never taking his eyes off her, he wondered if he could somehow cause her friends to be waylaid so there would be no need to leave the apartment this evening. He was sure he could keep Sarah amused, or at least entertained for the duration of the night. But no, if she caught wind that he had manipulated things in that way, she wouldn't forgive him. No, he'd have to go about things the 'normal' way, as much as it galled him to do so.
After she had run his Labyrinth, Jareth found that he couldn't get the thought of her innocent eyes and silken skin out of his mind. He had tried everything from medicines, to hypnosis and frantic exercise. He even tried to set up liasons with other women, knowing there were enough fae women in the Underground who wanted time in his bed. But, nothing worked. No matter what he tried, he could not exorcise Sarah from his mind, both intrigued by her and infuriated by her rejection of all he had offered her.
In the end, there was only one thing for it…court her.
When he first showed up in her bedroom at her parent's house, he had planned to initiate a more 'formal' courting arrangement, but unlike in his Labyrinth, on her own turf, Sarah was a more formidable opponent than he had imagined. Gentle courting comments were met with confusion and distrust, it was only when he flirted with her that she came alive, parrying each suggestive comment with one of her own, until the barbs flew thick between them. At times, the truth of the double-entendre's they slung at each other like blades, made him want to grab her, throw her down and ravish her. He knew from her frequent flushing, rapid breathing and the occasional shudders she gave, that the sparring matches and his closeness, was having a heated effect on her as well – if only she would admit to it and give in. The only thing holding him in check was the fact that he enjoyed her company, and to give in to his baser desires without her willing consent would ruin everything.
Breezing back into the living room with a platter of cheese, crackers and smoked meats, Sarah met his stare with a wink, before setting the platter on the table.
"So, I guess I should change clothes before your friends show up?" Jareth enquired. Leaning over to swipe some cheese from the plate, he bared his sharp canines in her direction as he slowly bit into it, savoring both the taste of the cheese and the rapt look on her face as she watched.
Sarah blinked and paused, before shaking her head violently with a growl. "Stop. Doing. That."
Jareth tried to look innocent – and failed. "Do what, pet? I have no earthly idea what you mean."
Pointedly ignoring him, she looked carefully at his clothing. As usual, tight breeches clung to his lower body, while on his torso he wore a deep grey shirt that flowed over his muscles, as if fluid. The lace frill on the cuffs matched the base color. Over his shirt, he wore a tight black leather waistcoat. While she didn't mind his taste in clothes, her friends had never seen him in his 'natural' style and she wasn't sure tonight was the right time. On the other hand, a Rocky Horror showing was one of the few places Aboveground where his sense of style wouldn't be a disadvantage.
"Perhaps you had better look a bit more, um… normal?" she replied thoughtfully.
"Like this," he asked with a flick of his wrist. Instantly he was clothed in leather pants so tight they were criminal and left nothing to the imagination. Sarah blushed remembering Alise's new nickname for him 'lunch box boy'. As Alise described it, seeing Jareth in tight pants was essentially the same as if his groin had been saran wrapped and placed on display in a lunch box. A crass description, but apt. Very. Apt..
Sarah groaned without thinking…. Damn he looked good.
Jareth chuckled low as she flushed pink and nodded absently in his direction, then laughed aloud as she muttered something about it being hot in the room, and turned to adjust the thermostat. He loved making her hot and bothered, it was far too easy.
After fixing the temperature, Sarah decided that if she were going to go through with this evening, she really needed a drink. Kneeling near the coffee table in front of him, she poured a liberal shot of vodka, peeking at him over her shoulder she didn't even bother adding the soda. Without pausing, she tossed her head back, downing the alcohol, then spluttered and gasped. God – she really hated straight vodka!
"Why drink it if you don't like it? Is that part of this 'college drinking' thing you are forcing on me tonight," Jareth laughed, watching the horrible faces she was making.
Hoarse from coughing, Sarah gasped out, "Yes" before shoving a shot into his hand. "Bottoms up, Kingy." She hoped that pulling out the hated term the goblins used for him, might help her reestablish control over tonight, or at the very least her libido which was currently begging to be let loose. Somehow she didn't think this ploy would work on either problem.
Meeting her eyes, she could see the unspoken challenge in them as he deliberately grabbed the hand holding the shot glass up for him, lifting her arm as he lowered his head to the glass. He never broke his gaze as he wrapped his lips firmly around the top of the glass. With a toss of his pale mane, he had downed the shot, then neatly dropped the glass back into her hand. She watched in amazement, lips parted as she sucked in her breath sharply. This had been the reaction he had hoped for.
Never letting go of her wrist, he reached out gripping her hip as he pulled her bodily from the floor and into his lap.
"Sarah, my sweet," he purred, his lips leaving soft kisses along her jaw as they sought her mouth. "Why must you bait me every time we meet."
Unconsciously, she leaned into him as he cradled her in his lap, her legs dangling off the couch, while his arms wrapped around her waist holding her in place. As his lips reached the corner of her mouth, she couldn't help herself, her head turned to meet them, a soft sigh escaping her.
Jareth moaned against her lips as they parted, the sigh that escaped their depths further enflaming him. Oh Gods, he wanted her. Sliding a gloved hand up her back, he pressed her closer to him, smiling inwardly as he felt her tremble under his touch, knowing that without the gloves she wouldn't just tremble, she would quiver in the most delightful way.
Breaking the kiss, he pressed his lips to her ear, his tongue flicking over the sensitive area beneath her earlobe, before nipping sharply to be rewarded with her moan. "One of these days Sarah, you will go too far and neither of us will be in any position to stop."
The feel of his teeth on her neck derailed her train of thought. Hell, it rendered her mute, she could only nod, eyes closed as she focused solely on that one bundle of nerves near her ear, that was now singing the Halleluiah Chorus – or was it the 1812 Overture, she wasn't sure which, but it was certainly singing with gusto.
Without warning, the door of Sarah's apartment was thrown open as Alise and Gina came sashaying into the room, singing at the top of their lungs:
I'll put up no resistance
I want to stay the distance
I've got an itch to scratch
I need assistance
The girls stopped suddenly seeing the tangle of bodies on the couch, Jareth's face buried in Sarah's neck.
With a groan, Sarah shut her eyes even tighter and muttered, "I'm going to kill them."
Waggling her eyebrows in Sarah and Jareth's direction, Gina quipped, "Guess the song was appropriate. It is about time you helped Sarah with that itc…er um…problem, there Jer…."
"Yeah, seriously," added Alise, not to be outdone. "Should we leave you two alone to finish whatever it was you were doing?"
"Yes," said Jareth without missing a beat as he grazed his teeth over Sarah's neck again, while Sarah fairly shouted, "No" at the same time.
Laughing, Gina slung an arm around Alise's waist and in a loud stage whisper said, "Perhaps we should step into the hall so these two can at least get their story straight and decide what they want to do?"
Alise grinned at Sarah, leaning into Gina. "Nah, it isn't what Sarah wants to do, it is definitely a matter of who."
Sarah dug her elbow into Jareth's ribs as she lept from his lap, glaring at her friends. "Are you two quite finished or shall I relegate you to the pile of former friends?"