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Perchance To...	By : Rhondda Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 5268 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Sarah stared into the waltzing flames framed by the marble fireplace. Her mind was awhirl with too many thoughts. Her heart ached with too many different emotions. She had learned more in the last twenty minutes then she ever thought she would know of the Goblin King. Sai's story made many things clear. But above all else it drove home one thing, that Jareth was a person as flawed as the next. It was hard to remember that when faced with his unflawed beauty, his arrogant facade, his knowing looks. He'd made some major mistakes in the past.
Was he a monster? He had done monstrous things, yes. But he was not really evil incarnate. He was Fae, not human. He looked at things from a point of view Sarah knew she may never understand, an alien philosophy. He was all the things she'd always thought... conceited, unkind, manipulative and egotistical, but not quite to the degree she'd always thought, or at least, not without some form of reason.
Yet, if Sai was to be believed, he was as loyal as he was vindictive. He had a compassionate side. He had been hurt almost as often as he had been the source of hurt. And, she realized with sudden insight, he was honest. He really had never lied to her. He let her make wrong assumptions aplenty. He did not bother to clarify himself most of the time. But not once had he actually told an untruth.
Another revelation hit Sarah at that moment. Jareth treated her with a certain respect by doing that. He might be amused when she made incorrect assumptions, but he expected her to have the intelligence to determine exactly what he meant.
So what did all of this actually mean in the grand scheme of things? And, she thought wryly to herself, am I just rationalizing things because when he's around my heart jumps into my throat and my stomach fills with spastic butterflies? Was that reaction real, intended or just a human response to one of his kind, with all their natural allure? No, not the last. Gwen made her a completely different uneasy, and he was beautiful as well. He had a way about him, the shape of his eyes, the tilt of his chin, the way he stood, all indicating that the two were in some way related. Could they be brothers?
No her reaction was to Jareth , himself, no other. It unnerved her. Why HAD she been so upset at the thought of Jareth having a virtual harem of beautiful women? That was what she had thought all day, and it had hurt. Looking at why it hurt was a different kind of pain. She'd have to peel away an old band-aid and prod at some eight-year-old scar tissue to get to the bottom of it all.
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Sai was making her way to her tent and husband when a small red fox, with two tails cut her off. She looked around quickly, to make sure he hadn't been spotted, then motioned to her tent.
Inside, Ian raised an eyebrow at their visitor. The little fox with black tipped ears twitched its nose and transformed into a young man, still sporting two fox tails. His clothing was simple, compared to Sai's usual attire. Like her, he appeared Asian, like her his hair was incongruously auburn, but his hair was tipped in black for the last inch of its length.
The handsome, young Kitsune bowed deeply. "Koushou Jourou Saishoku, I am Kuenai, at your service. I bring you news regarding your inquiries on the location of three noted personages," he looked nervously at Ian as he shifted from foot to foot.
"Speak freely. This is my honorable husband and there are no secrets between us," Sai sat beside Ian and nodded to Kuenai.
"Lady, the three are in this very land. They were taken just outside of Annwn. As none were of Fae blood and one was a rock caller they were imprisoned in King Gwyn's iron mines. They have been there for the past two years. Knowing the conditions of the mines, I cannot say what their health may be. However, their bodies have not been taken to the field of the dead, so they yet live." Kuenai fished a roll of paper from his voluminous sleeve with a flourish. "This is the location of the mine and a map of the shaft system itself. Your honored sister suggested you may have need of them."
Sai took the rolled parchment and nodded to the other Kitsune. "You have done well, noble Kuenai. Please send my love and thanks to my esteemed sister Zenrei. You have both come through for me, and I will not forget it."
Kuenai bowed once more and returned to his fox shape. He slipped out of the tent and disappeared into the shadows.
Ian chewed his bottom lip. "This smells worse than the Bog of Stench. I have that prickly feeling on the back of my neck again."
Sai nodded. "Your sense of danger is rarely wrong, koimuko." She smiled at the endearment. "Gwyn is not a fool. If he knows who these three are, he took them for a purpose. If they were taken by a random patrol there is a chance Gwyn does not know what he holds."
"So, how do we determine which it is?" Ian touched Sai's arm gently.
"We only have this night in Annwn. Our window of opportunity is very limited. I will go there and scout the mines in fox form. If they can be rescued I will attempt it." Sai knew the risks but her hand was forced by circumstance.
"You aren't going alone." Ian stated forcefully as he reached for a cloak.
"You cannot slip in or change your shape. But these three may not be able to run any distance after spending two years in the mines. Bring a wagon with a tarp. Hopefully we can load them in it and sneak them into camp with no one the wiser." She unrolled the map and began to plan.
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Sarah missed Sai at dinner. It was tense and full of false politeness and niceties. Where last night Jareth and Gwyn had traded barbs, tonight they were so polite her teeth hurt with it. It was a blatantly false civility and the air was cloying.
Sarah quickly concluded that last night was on neutral ground, and tonight was the result of a forced host/guest situation.
The entertainment offered ranged from dancers to storytellers. The dancing was as free as the night before, but even Puck could not encourage her to join in. There was such a thing as too much partying.
Sarah needed to escape the oppressive atmosphere and begged a headache. She followed the feeling of a cool breeze on her skin out into a courtyard garden.
Fireflies, or something resembling them, sparkled brightly as they flitted about the trees and flowers. Floating orbs of light, no doubt produced by magic, illuminated a path to a fountain depicting mermaids cavorting amid waves. Sarah stopped to admire a strange flower unlike any she had ever seen before. It was purple on the outer edge, fading to a bright yellow in the center. She noticed an abundance of the blooms and plucked one to hold it up to one of the light sources.
"It's called Desire and its fragrance is quite intoxicating." Sarah spun to see Gwyn leaning against a low wall, watching her.
Sarah felt panic flash through her. He seemed to sense it.
"Come, come, my dear. You are my guest. As my guest you are completely safe from harm. In fact, I’m obligated to keep you safe from harm with my own life if need be, as long as you also honor the contract." He cocked his head. "I'm even staying over here. I'm rather proud of those flowers; they were my mother's favorites. She made her own perfume from their nectar."
Sarah remembered the tale of Gwyn's childhood and she felt a momentary pang of sympathy for the man, even if she still didn't trust him.
She carefully inhaled the scent of the flower. It was amazing. It made her head swim, and her senses come to life. A tingling pleasure seemed to dance from her nose along her nerves with a wave of warm heat.
"That's why it was named Desire." Gwyn smiled at her.
Sarah sampled the fragrance again, suddenly feeling giddy. She looked at Gwyn and realized what an attractive man he really was when he wasn't being threatening. Tall and slender, much like Jareth. They had to share blood somewhere.
He approached her slowly and Sarah felt as if she were truly aware for the first time. Everything was suddenly so sharp and vivid.
"Gwyn, the queen is asking for you." Jareth glared from the garden doorway. "I doubt you should keep her waiting."
Gwyn looked amused. "Tell me, Jareth, do you always hover over your ladies?"
He bowed slightly to Sarah. As he passed Jareth, he spoke in a low voice. "Enjoy her. She's been sampling my mother's garden."
He left and Jareth looked curiously at Sarah. "Are you all right?"
Sarah smiled, seeing the concern on his face. "I'm fine." She crossed to him and could suddenly smell his scent. Leather, cinnamon, sandalwood and something earthy. She leaned in to take in more of it, inhaling just alongside his slender neck.
"Sarah, you are not fine." Jareth seemed amused as he gently took the blossom from her fingers. "I thought as much. Do you know what this is?"
Sarah couldn't take her eyes off of his lips. They were thin, but well formed. She wondered what they tasted like. She felt herself leaning for them.
"Sarah." Jareth wrapped an arm about her shoulder and guided her to a marble bench. "Take a few deep breaths. It will help clear your head."
"But it is clear." Sarah sat as he directed, laying her head on his shoulder. "I feel like it's clear for the first time in ages."
"It's the flower. It has that effect on humans. On the Fae as well, to a lesser degree. It's how it got its name."
"You are so beautiful. I always feel so plain next to you." Sarah's fingers reached up to trace along Jareth's cheek.
He closed his eyes for a moment, moving toward the caress and smiling faintly, then shook his head.
"You're far from plain, Sarah." He took her hand to still her cool fingers, then caressed her cheek, mirroring her actions. "You are exquisite. And you are also under the influence of a Faerie flower."
Sarah gazed longingly into his wonderful, mismatched eyes. "Do you want me, Jareth?"
He inhaled sharply, releasing the breath slowly between clenched teeth. "You tread dangerous ground. You should beware the hazards."
"You make me feel things inside. Wonderful things. No one ever made me feel the way I do around you." Sarah realized there was no point holding back the truth. Why should she when the world was so perfect?
"Sarah..." Jareth's voice dropped to a lower register.
Her free hand reached forward, almost on its own, to trace along his lips. Her eyes focused there for a moment.
"What do you taste like?" Her eyes moved from his lips to meet his dark gaze.
Then his lips were slanting over her own. Her heart raced, madly. She moaned and traced her tongue over his lips. The kiss deepened as he took control, his tongue mastering hers in mere moments. Heaven. He tasted of wine and chocolate, dark secrets and forbidden desires. Here lay the path to hell, but it burned so deliciously.
Sarah clung to him, afraid of falling forever into this world of sensation she suddenly found herself in. Her head felt light while her limbs felt heavy. It felt as if she were melting inside and reforming into something new, something totally different from the Sarah she had once been.
The scent of him was intoxicating and his tongue was doing the most amazing things in her mouth, twining about her own, possessing. She did her best to respond in kind. She never wanted this to end. Her entire being was turning to hot liquid, her skin on fire, her insides melting into a molten pool low in her belly.
Moaning her encouragement she pressed herself against him, feeling the comforting solidity of his slender form. His arms were around her and she felt so safe... so wanted... so *wanting*.
Air rushed into oxygen starved lungs as Jareth broke the kiss. She mewled like a kitten denied its cream. Who needed air? It was over rated. She needed those lips, that mouth, something to quench this hot, pressing need settling into every cell of her body. She needed him, Jareth, over her, inside her, flesh to flesh.
"Please." Was that her voice pleading, so far away?
White hot, open-mouthed kisses were pressed to her throat. She was glad she was seated, because her legs would have given out. Oh yes, like that. More of that. Her fingers tangled in silken hair, soft and cool against her heated palms.
A hand cupped her breast through the fabric of her dress, and she felt her flesh seem to swell to meet that touch, ache to feel his palm against bare skin. She felt her nipples harden and the exquisite rasp of the fabric against them. She damned the clothing that separated them.
Sharp teeth grazed her earlobe, then delicious suction. She cried out, helpless against this onslaught. Yes, more. Please more, anything for this.
Then it stopped.
She opened her eyes and looked with confusion into his: they were filled with longing and regret. He actually looked pained.
"You would hate me come the dawn. This must be of your own will or not at all." His voice was full of sorrow yet deepened by his own passion.
A gloved hand passed before her eyes and she heard his melodic voice dance in her ears. "Sleep, Sarah."
Her unicorn ring tingled, warmly. Then there was blackness.
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Sai looked back to the trees hiding the wagon: Ian was staying down and out of sight. Good. She could only worry about so many things at any given time.
On four paws, she padded toward the dark open shaft before her. Beyond that were the iron mines. Gwyn was the only one in all the Underground to mine the metal the Fae feared. He used it for the Wild Hunt and in some dungeons.
In fox form her quick nose detected the smell of dirt and mold, of fear, sweat, waste and despair. Her small fur covered body shivered. The fur rose along her neck and down her spine and her whiskers twitched as she tested the air. There were no guards. That made her worry.
On swift fox paws she disappeared into the darkness of the open maw.
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