Fade into You: Chapter 12 - Clean

Jareth's fingertip feathered across Sarah's parted lips as she came down in the warmth of the late morning sun. Her chest felt tight with emotion as her gaze drifted over him—sweaty and spent and stunning. He was exquisite in his nudity and unabashedly half-hard as he leaned back on his elbows to peer down at her.

"What did I do to deserve that?" he asked, his voice a soft rasp.

She wrapped an arm around his legs and pulled his lower body closer in a strange little hug. "You were being romantic."

His face split into a dreamy grin. "It was romantic of me to point out that something you said was romantic?"

Sarah let her eyes dance with his. "Very," she said before pressing a kiss to his hip bone. She relished his small gasp and the way his abdominal muscles clenched. His responsiveness to her touches had her heart swelling with a passion she hadn't known she could access.

"I'll remember that," Jareth told her, sighing regretfully as she rolled off of him and onto her side. His sigh cut off as he watched Sarah's hand slip from between her thighs.

Heat coiled in her belly as his nostrils flared. She held her hand up to him for inspection, reveling in how his cock thickened at the sight of her fingers glistening in the sunshine.

His eyes bore into hers. "I want to taste you."

Worded so thoughtfully. Not a request. A clearly stated desire.

As always, it was her choice.

Something about that made her heart begin to race anew—not with lust alone—but with a sudden urgency for closeness. She wrangled her face into a coy smile and wiggled her fingers in what she hoped looked like a casual offering.

Jareth gripped her wrist and brought her hand to his mouth. He held her gaze while he licked up her palm and split two sticky fingers apart with his tongue. His eyes closed, savoring her as they slipped past his parted lips.

She hummed, a fresh rush of heat flooding her senses as he sucked her fingers clean. "That wasn't what you meant, was it?" she asked as he pulled them from his mouth with an obscenely wet sound.

Both pupils were blown when his eyes snapped open to meet hers. "It wasn't all I meant," he agreed, lying back with a salacious smirk. His lips were slick with her, and he licked them slowly before sending her a wink. "Venture up here if you're curious."

Sarah was curious.

She did nothing to conceal her own smirk as she moved up his body until she hovered over him at eye level. She searched his face. "So…."

Jareth's expression cracked into a wicked grin. "Say it, Sarah." He tapped her forehead. "I'm sure whatever you have brewing up here is too delicious to go unheard."

A shiver traveled through her, and Jareth released a small, sensuous moan. She thought about what she must look like—her disheveled hair, her swollen lips, her naked breast with the painfully taut nipple aching for his mouth. Part of her wanted to tell him how deeply curious she was. Part of her wanted to cover herself with her hands.

But that wouldn't accomplish anything, she knew. It wasn't her body that she felt suddenly self-conscious of under his gaze, but everything else.

And he did see. He drank her in, every small shift in her face, every sound, every reaction. She could feel herself beginning to spiral into discordant extremes of feeling overexposed yet overcome with desire for more of him.

His hands slid under her hair to cradle the base of her skull. "Sarah," he said softly. "Did I lose you?"

A question with a thousand meanings.

Jareth's gaze stayed fixed on hers, anchoring her to the moment. Pinning her to the-now-of-it.

"Of course not," Sarah reassured him quickly. When he just looked at her expectantly, she let her next words tumble out. "You are suggesting I straddle your face, right?"

He chuckled darkly, glittering eyes holding hers. "Suggesting?" His thumb brushed over the shell of her ear. "Oh, Sarah. If I wasn't so concerned for your knees, I would beg you for it."

Every nerve sparked to attention, her body clenching for his touch. She glanced at the unforgiving limestone on either side of Jareth's head and gave a decidedly fuck it shrug. "I don't need you to beg me," she told him, pushing herself up. "I need you to touch me."

Jareth let his hands fall from her hair and smoothed them over her hips. He squeezed, steadying her as her thighs slid over his shoulders and her shaky knees met stone. His thumbs pressed along the insides of her thighs as she sat back on his chest, just out of reach of his lips. Sarah's hips jerked when he grazed under the material of her bathing suit, inhaling sharply at the sensation of his fingertips so near her swollen flesh.

His fingers stilled. "Sensitive?" he asked, voice as silken as his touch.

"Yes," she breathed, guiding one of his hands up her torso. "I'm okay. Don't stop."

His lips curved. "I'll take my time," he promised. The hand between her legs shifted to cup her gently over her suit—a barely there hold that Sarah rocked into instinctively. The fingertips of his other hand skated over her ribs before moving up to splay between her breasts. He pressed there for a moment, both palms holding her. Half possessive. Half reassuring.

…Though Sarah wasn't sure exactly who he thought needed reassuring.

His touch burned through her like a wildfire. She'd never been as desperate for anything as she was for the feeling of his warm hands on her skin. "Please," she heard herself whisper as her fingers threaded in his hair.

It was hard to care that she was the one begging when Jareth's answering growl rumbled through her body and buried itself into her bones. A delicious heat pooled in her core, molten and searing.

Jareth seemed to be able to feel it against his palm, judging by the smugness tinting the edges of his hungry expression.

"Need me, do you?" he drawled, shifting his hand to slide a long finger under her bathing suit. He hummed appreciatively when he brushed over her slit and found her slick with want.

Sarah started to protest when he moved his hand but sucked in a breath as his wet fingertip ghosted over her nipple.

"It's magic," Jareth told her reverently. "Being able to give you what you need." His palms spread over her aching breasts, and Sarah sighed in relief when he held them fully. "To see what it does to you."

Her back arched as he rolled the peaks of her breasts between thumb and forefinger. "No magic while camping," she managed to remind him, nails scraping warningly against his scalp.

Jareth chuckled, but his expression was serious as his gaze roved over her. His hands skimmed down her sides, and Sarah jumped as his thumbs dipped into her belly button. He pressed a palm to her mons, increasing the pressure until she rolled her hips forward to meet it. His other hand slid to her thigh and squeezed a moan from her.

Sarah's blood was thundering in her veins. Every nerve screamed for him when he locked eyes with her from beneath his dark lashes.

"All this tempting skin so near my lips," he murmured. "And not a single invitation to worship it."

His sultry pout wasn't mocking, and the sight of it had her grinding into his hand again.

"Yes," she breathed.

"Yes?" he asked. "Say the words, Sarah, so I can feel you come apart around my tongue."

"Yes," Sarah said again. "I want your mouth on me, Jareth." She tugged his hair with conviction and added, "Intimately."

He flashed her a depraved grin. "So you are curious," he purred, slipping his hands under her ass and scooping her forward to hover above his face.

She lowered herself and gasped as he licked along the crease of her thigh. "Yes," she heard herself repeating and wondered vaguely if she could recall any other words.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

One of Sarah's hands moved from his hair to her bathing suit. She hesitated, her finger hooked underneath the lining.

Their eyes caught, and he smiled. "Tell me," he ventured, blowing a gentle stream of air over where he'd licked. "Once you've managed to push that material aside, what will I do first?"

Her fingers were frozen, but her heart beat furiously in her chest as she stared down at him. "I want to feel the press of your tongue on me. On all of me. Covering me."

Holding me. Rooting me here.

Making this real.

Jareth looked calm and frantic all at once, eyes overbright, pupils darting between hers. "And how will I make you come?"

Sarah's mind raced with imagery, and a small moan slipped past her lips. "With your tongue inside me and your hands everywhere," she said, sliding the suit aside. "The rest I want to stay curious about."

His fingertips trailed up her spine and across her ribs. "Lovely," he breathed, and Sarah wasn't sure if he meant her sentiments or her exposed flesh. He admired her for a moment, and Sarah held her breath. Before she could feel self-conscious, his tongue was flat and warm against her core.

The feeling of him there sent a current of relief through her. Whatever worries she'd had about being unable to stay in the moment evaporated as she slid forward against his open mouth.

Jareth growled, eyes flashing as he met her rolling hips with the caress of his tongue.

She answered him with a moan and tightened her fingers in his hair, shivering as his palms grazed over her nipples. "Yes," she praised, leaning into the touch. "More of that. More of all of that."

Clever fingers teased her breasts as his mouth closed around her fully. He gave her a few slow, wet pulses of suction.

The corners of her vision burst with bright light, and Sarah barely recognized the keening whine that spilled from her throat as she fought to hold his gaze.

Jareth sucked at her folds gently—gauging her—his gaze trained on her face. His eyes held a question as his tongue cautiously stroked along the edge of her clit.

It wasn't direct, but it was shockingly intense, and her hips twitched away from his mouth involuntarily. His earlier words came back to her—'almost too much, nearly painful'—and Sarah wanted to warn him she felt that way now.

He paused, and she knew he understood when his eyes caught hers. They were warm for all their wildness, full of the patience and refuge she had learned to believe in.

Her hand in Jareth's hair dropped to push stray silver-gold strands from his eyes and lingered over his brow. Sarah felt a sudden rush of affection for him, and she tensed and relaxed at the same time.

She sat back and untied her bathing suit before tossing it aside, and Jareth hummed in appreciation.

"Move your feet to either side of my head and lean back on your hands," he instructed, a wicked curve to his glistening mouth. "I imagine your knees are already in a pitiful condition, and I can only be so tender."

Sarah complied without hesitation, and Jareth gripped her hips and pulled her forward. His breath was hot at her center as his hands spread her open. Sarah watched his eyes close as his lips fluttered over her wet slit, and some distant, petty part of her brain was envious of his excruciatingly beautiful lashes.

His hands slid around to cup her ass, bringing her even closer. Sarah let her head fall back, and her own eyes close when his tongue teased her apart. A guttural groan thrummed through him when he tasted her fully for the first time—tongue dipping between her lips and licking a slow stripe toward her entrance, collecting her nectar.

Sarah was struggling to remember to breathe. The anticipation of having his tongue inside of her, of feeling Jareth inside of her, was bordering on too much.

Relief, both searing and euphoric, rushed through her as his tongue slid inside and caressed her fluttering walls. A hand roamed her body as the other pulled her down, encouraging her to move. Her hips rocked obediently against his mouth, and she was intoxicated with the feeling of it. The sounds of it. She melted into him as she came apart, and it was exactly as promised, but so much more. It felt more like a fusing than a sudden explosion—a rippling that built and carried her through.

His gaze was worshipful as he drank from her, his lips and tongue a gentle slide as she floated back down to reality. Both of his hands held her firmly by the hips as her legs shook and threatened to buckle. He helped to guide her off of him, and Sarah missed the feeling of him between her thighs as soon as it was gone.

Her internal lament at his absence died when he moved over her, blocking out the sun. Silver-gold strands tickled her hypersensitive skin as his warm lips stirred at her cheek. Sarah's head swam as it caught up with the sensations of all the places he was touching—his knee against her pulsing cunt, a hand cradling her face, the other splayed across her sternum.

Part of her wondered if she was in a dream, but of the countless dreams she'd had of him, none were as visceral as this. Her nerves burned, and her senses screamed with near overload. Jareth's shoulders were slick with sweat as her hands moved to tangle in the matted mess of hair at the nape of his neck. The warm air around them was thick with the smell of their sex, and she wanted to taste herself on his lips.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp jolt of almost-pain as Jareth's teeth clipped her collarbone. He chuckled when she jumped. "I take back what I said about you not being bitey enough to be a fairy," she told him.

His face was full of mischief when he looked up at her. "If you weren't grinding against my leg like that, I'd assume you didn't enjoy it." He paused and feigned deep consideration. "But, since you are, and you did, I think I will bite you again."

His hands moved to cup her breasts as he trailed kisses up her neck. Sarah mewled in anticipation as he traced her artery with his tongue.

"Will I bite you here?" he mused. "Your heart is beating so fast, Sarah. I worry it might just stop."

"I hate you," Sarah groaned, but her declaration weakened halfway as he suckled her pulse.

Jareth flicked her nipples lightly. "You don't," he reminded her, teeth grazing skin.

Sarah arched into him. "I really don't."

He growled as his mouth closed around her throat—a hold with teeth that vibrated through her. She felt pinned. Fastened, even as she neared coming undone again. And somehow, she felt safer than ever before as he increased the pressure of the bite, his teeth scraping to a close around her vein.

Her vision burst with light as he nipped her, his thumbs pinching her nipples. She dug her fingers deeper into his hair as she urged his other leg between hers.

Jareth let Sarah pull him down as he smoothed his palms over her breasts and licked the bite. His fingers moved to her hair as he braced himself on his elbows.

Sarah's thighs tightened around his hips instinctively as his cock slid over her clit. Feeling him pressing there, heavy and hard, was unlike anything she could have imagined—enough, and not enough, and everything.

She rocked her hips into him and moaned at the wet slide of her cunt along his length.

Jareth exhaled hotly against her neck and pulled back to look at her. His chest was heaving, and Sarah had never seen him look so near the edge of his control. His pupils were indistinguishable, both bottomless wells of black. Her breath caught as she watched her most-favorite crinkles appear around corners as his eyes warmed. The desire that pooled within them was expected, but there were other emotions swirling in their depths—emotions Sarah felt sure were reflected in her own gaze.

His hands moved to cradle her face. "Is this alright?" he asked. "All of this."

Her thundering heart skipped a beat at his tender question. "It's…more than alright," she said, rolling her hips unconsciously. She hissed at the intensity of it, of feeling him in this way. She became aware that she was hardly breathing, and her eyes were beginning to sting. Her hands fell from his hair to frame his face, and she whispered, "But it's a lot."

"I know," Jareth soothed, resting his forehead against hers.

His eyes closed, and Sarah watched them move beneath the lids before letting her own eyes shut.

She could feel something shifting as they held each other's faces, inhaling one another in a syncing rhythm. Something was opening, or had opened, between them, and it made her want to spill every secret she didn't know she had, cry, and guide him inside her all at once.

"Sarah." His voice was quiet. "It's a lot for me, too."

She felt him pull back, and when her eyes opened, he was watching her. Her heart lurched at the vulnerable set of his mouth, the way he searched her eyes for a challenge.

Her thumbs glided over his frown lines, and she said, "I know it is, Jareth."

And she did know. She wasn't in this alone.

Jareth relaxed and brushed his lips against both cheeks. "We can slow down," he told her, kissing the tip of her nose. "Or, take a break. Or, stop entirely, never again to revisit—"

"I don't want to stop," she blurted, concerned he would 'or' her into an early grave. "I want to be close to you."

"Oh, good," he purred, and a smile curled at his lips. He studied her for a moment before saying, "I think it's best we delight in touch and taste alone for today, though, hmm?"

Relief and disappointment sparred within her, but she felt the earnestness of his words.

When she nodded, Jareth slipped a hand between them. He pressed a kiss to her chin, lingering there and watching her eyes as his fingertips teased her entrance. "Is this alright?"

"Yes," she whispered.

His breath was warm near her mouth. "Have you imagined my fingers inside of you before?" he asked, coaxing her apart. "Before I commanded it."

Sarah huffed out a breathy laugh at the question. It felt ridiculous to hide her desires from him now. When he arched a brow at her, she said, "Often."

Jareth hummed and curled a finger inside. "I wonder," he said as he searched over her rippled flesh. "If the fantasy felt anything like this."

Sarah moaned, and her head hit limestone as his finger found its mark and massaged. "I don't remember hitting my head in any fantasies," she commented before nearly repeating the action when a second finger joined the first.

"Careful, now," he admonished. "Don't want to spoil your pleasure with a head injury while I am pretend-magicless."

She didn't have it in her to volley a sharp retort back as he crooked his fingers, deepening his strokes. "Wouldn't…want that," she agreed.

Jareth kissed the dip below her bottom lip, and Sarah felt like he had stolen the breath from her body. Her head turned to catch his lips with hers, but he was already leaving open-mouth kisses down the column of her neck. A small wave of anxiety coursed through her as her brain registered the reflexive urge to kiss him and how close she had come to doing so. She wondered if he had known. If he had felt it.

Her thoughts stuttered as his lips brushed over a nipple, and she was lost again to sensation. He smiled against her skin as it erupted in goosebumps, a lascivious thing juxtaposed with the slick sounds of his hand between her thighs. Each caress was purposeful, every stroke pulling sounds from her she barely believed were hers.

When his tongue rolled over her breast and teased the nipple into his mouth, it was his name that poured past her lips. He moaned around her, lips and tongue gliding in time with his fingers.

Sarah was breathless and felt weightless and heavy all at once. She'd never experienced anything like this before from a lover—this tender urging, this coaxing. She'd associated sex with thrusting and a race to the finish line, but his hand barely moved as his fingers deftly pressed and rubbed her most sensitive places.

Fresh heat bloomed in her belly as he kissed across her sternum and freed her other breast from her bathing suit with his teeth. He paid it the same attention he had the other, and she felt an unbearable tension coiling within her as his teeth grazed her nipple.

Sarah realized abruptly that her fingers had been frozen in a white-knuckle grip in his hair. She loosened her hold and ran her hands over his shoulders. "Jareth," she said, the pleading she'd heard earlier back in her voice. "Can you…"

Jareth glanced up at her. When she faltered for words, he said, "Anything."

"I need you up here with me," she told him, feeling inexplicably embarrassed in her vulnerability. "I just—"

"I'm here," he swore. And he was, his face hovering just above hers, brushing their noses.

I'm glad, Sarah wanted to say, but instead, she kissed one cheek and then the other. She could tell by his widening eyes that he was surprised by the affection and felt the familiar weight of guilt press down on her chest. She wanted to say something, to tell him she was in cheek-kiss debt and would pay it back with interest, but his thumb brushed over her clit, and her brain fractured.

Her hand moved down his chest and hovered low on his stomach. "Can I touch you again?" she asked, needing him to share in what she was feeling.

Jareth's abdominal muscles tensed under her caress. "You can let this be about you," he assured her, though his cock strained for her touch.

"It's about us," Sarah told him, gasping as he gradually increased the friction of his thumb.

His eyes flashed at those words with something she was sure she felt but couldn't name. And she'd meant it, she knew, as she gazed up at him with his kohl-rimmed eyes and swollen lips still stained with a hint of purple, evidencing their earlier berry flirtations.

For a brief moment, she was somewhere else, sitting on a makeup-strewn bathroom counter with a Goblin King between her knees.

"I want you to make a mess of us," Sarah told him with the smallest of coy smiles, "so we can wash each other clean."

She knew he understood her meaning when Jareth groaned, and she reflexively tightened around his touches as she watched precome drip down his tip.

"Gods," he hissed. "Yes. Touch me."

There was a feeling of sinking into each other as her hand wrapped around him. His lips were near her ear when he whispered her name. And she was saying his, she realized, breathing it in and out like air. It was impossible to know how long they held that space together, fingers exploring. Sarah was again struck by how dreamlike it all was and yet more real than anything she'd ever felt.

Desperate to prove it, she slipped her free hand in his hair and tipped his head, exposing his throat. She kissed him there with an open mouth and relished in his whine when her teeth teased his artery. Though she'd kissed his neck earlier, there was something new about the way her lips moved over him now and how willingly he surrendered to it without question. Something liquid and molten about it, an unspoken exchange of power and trust.

As if on agreed-upon instinct, hands picked up their rhythm as Sarah's teeth closed around Jareth's throat. The feeling of his quick pulse against her tongue was overwhelming, and she was overcome with the sensation of having his heart in her teeth.

He chanted her name like a mantra as she stroked the bite with her tongue. The world began to dissolve around them; mouths and hands on sweaty skin and the sounds of their love were all there was.

She buried her face in his neck and held on to him, feeling all the world like she couldn't tell where she ended and he began. The rippling within her became a desperate squeeze around his fingers, and she cried his name—a warning and a prayer. Her senses fragmented into a billion particles of white light as the first waves of her climax crested through her.

Jareth quivered, his cock pulsing in her hand as hot bursts of liquid hit her belly and chest. His murmured praise against her throat was hypnotic as fingers massaged her fluttering walls, his thumb a gentle pressure over her clit that she rocked into until it was almost too much again.

His movements were already slowing like he'd anticipated her nearing overstimulation when her hand caught his wrist. And then his full weight was on her—crushing her into the limestone.

Sarah couldn't care about the bite of it into her back or the stinging of her scraped knees. All that mattered was the taste of his sweat on her tongue, the syncopation of their ragged breaths, and the slick glide of his body over hers. It all just felt right, like part of it, and as Jareth's arms haloed around her head, she knew they were bound by something that was uniquely theirs.

And there was no going back.

Thank you, Geliot99 for being a fantastic beta 3

Well, everyone. They weren't done. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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