Time
Apparently my subconscious was jonesing for some sexytimes. You are duly warned.
"Time is short, Sarah." Jareth's words were a subtle threat laced with temptation that curled and shifted like sand through an hourglass.
I smiled. "And I suppose it's further than I think, too?"
His eyes flashed. "Could be. Perhaps you should investigate."
I looked down at the pale and glorious length of his body twined with mine in the sheets. "Seems wrong to say `such a pity', though."
"True. Besides, that's my line."
I ran my foot up his calf. "I thought what was yours was now mine. Isn't that how the wedding vows went?" I slid so my lower half covered his completely, the heat building in a liquid rush. "So all your lines are now my lines."
His eyes closed as his hands locked onto my hips. "Mmmhmm."
I leaned over to whisper in his ear, and began to move slowly on top of him. "Fear me, love me, do as I say?"
He cracked an eye. "Evil."
"No, my love, evil would be if I did this," I shifted my hips as he groaned, "and then stopped." I stilled suddenly, the blood pounding in my ears as I looked down at him.
Both eyes opened now, and regarded me in the trembling silence. "You left off the bit after."
I tilted my head. "What bit is that?"
A smile flickered as he thrust his hips up. "I will be your slave."
I picked up his force and returned it, finding a rhythm. "Clearly a fine bit."
"Mmhmm."
"Is it your favorite bit?"
A shudder was building in his body. "Sarah, please!"
I rode that shudder into an avalanche that broke over us both, and then kissed him full on the mouth. "Tra la la, baby. "