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The Goblin King of Rock 'n' Roll	By : Jetredgirl Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 3801 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 11
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It's been far too long! Ugh! I apologize for procrastinating a little. This is a super long chapter with lots and lots of citrus goodness for you all. The one thing I can say for myself is, I was so caught up in writing, it took time away from editing this to post. My muse came back to me me fully rested I guess, I've written 3 chapters the past week.
Chapter 11.
Sarah woke up slowly, the sun dancing across her face. She sat up and stretched and yawned. As she stretched the covers slipped down and she noticed she was very naked.
The memory of the night before came flooding back to her.
Sarah leaned back into the pillow, grinning like a cat who ate the canary. Looking around she saw she was very much alone in the room. She spied a clock on the dresser and saw it was almost 10 am.
Crap! She jumped out of the lush bed and donned the silk robe laid on the bed he had left for her. It was a little big so it was probably his. She buried her nose in it and could smell his unique scent. Yep, his robe.
Sarah wandered into the bathroom, finding the clothes she had left there untouched.
She didn't think Jareth would mind if she used his shower, so she took a quick one and wrapped herself back up in his robe. She would put her clothes on before she left to go back to her room, but didn't think it was necessary at the moment.
She would rather stay wrapped up in his robe for a bit longer anyway. Finding a toothbrush still in it's wrapper laying on top of her clothes and small tube of toothpaste, she smiled a little at the gesture and made use of them. Then towel dried her hair and combed out the tangles with her fingers.
She made her way out of the bedroom, and found Jareth there in the main room, sitting at the dining table, sipping tea and talking on the phone. All he had on was a pair of loose black silk pajama pants that matched the robe, his hair pulled back. He was sexy as hell.
"Yes, that is it, make sure it is noted the number of rooms have changed as well." He was saying.
He looked up smiling and gesturing for her to sit. There was a fresh pot of coffee and creamers there waiting for her, as well as a tray of freshly baked scones.
"We will be there approximately at 1 pm, have everything prepared. Thank you. If you have any more questions please contact my tour manager Stan Martin. Room 1504. Yes that's it. Goodbye." He hung up the receive and turned to her.
"Good morning, Sarah love. Did you sleep well?"
She nodded, drinking her coffee and putting a scone on the plate in front of her.
"I slept too long though. You should have woke me up." She lightly scolded him, but smiling too.
"Ah. Already my nagging better half, I see." He said teasing her. "You were sleeping so soundly, and there is nothing pressing today, I thought you could use the rest."
Sarah thought the morning after might be awkward, but it wasn't. It felt completely normal and right to be eating breakfast and bantering with him.
"Well, you did wear me out a bit, but I feel great this morning. close proximity to you seems to do that to me." She told him.
He knew why that was. She would be even more energized now. Between the bond, the blood and the magic she already held, she was bound to notice differences starting to appear in no more than a few days. He hoped she would say the right words before then.
"Speaking of which, tomorrow we will be traveling by car to our next stop on the tour. I have decided, you will stay with me. Your room is already paid for for the length of the trip, regardless, but I do hope you take me up on my offer. So there will be quite a bit more close proximity." He said casually, picking up his cup of tea and sipping at it.
Sarah's jaw dropped open. She hadn't expected him to make such a decision without asking her. Then again, she should have expected it. He did so live up to his name.
She sat her cup down and looked him in the eye. "Isn't that a bit fast...and presumptuous? I can't stay with you forever, Jareth. I mean, last night was...amazing. But I still have to go back to my life in a little more than a week. Not that I want to stop seeing you, or anything. Quite the opposite but, I do have a life, a job, an apartment in LA."
He reached across the table and grabbed her hand. "I am aware, Sarah. Just please be with me as long as you are here. Spend as much time with me as possible. That is all I ask. I am not asking you to give up your life."
Yet, he thought. Once she was immortal, his queen, she could come and go to the aboveground as she pleased, even keep writing if she wanted, he didn't care. Well he did, but he knew she would want to come and go at least for a while.
He might choose to come and go for a while too, anyway. Provided the spell broke quickly and he could finally return home.
Sarah saw the pleading in his eyes, and slowly nodded. "Alright. I don't see much difference anyway, I guess. It's just a place to sleep and shower while I do my work." She squeezed his hand, trying to reassure him.
Yeah, except I will be sleeping next to him every night..and something tell me there would be a lot less sleeping than usual, she thought. A tingle went through her body at the thought of making love to him every night of the next week. She hoped her body could take it.
She let go of his hand and retreated. Taking a large bite of her scone.
"Mmmm..blueberry?" She asked. "Really good, and sweet!"
"Speaking of sweet.." He remarked. He stood up and went around and bent down, kissing Sarah properly. She tasted of coffee and pastry, and her own unique flavor. "Good morning, love."
There was a knock on the door. The guard opened it. "Roxy Love to see you, Mr. King."
Jareth rolled his eyes. "Fine, but tell her to make it quick, I have more important things to do this morning."
The big man at the door relayed the message and let her pass into the room.
Roxy swept in, Wearing a super short skirt and crop top and high heeled boots.
Doesn't she ever just wear jeans and a shirt or something? Sarah thought to herself. She sank into the chair, suddenly feeling self conscious at wearing Jareth's robe.
"Jareth." the blonde purred. "I'm afraid that Michael and I aren't working out. Is it possible for me to stay..somewhere else tonight after the show?"
Her eyes slid over to take Sarah in. Sarah saw a flash of something, then the woman raised her brow and smirked, looking her up and down.
"Very Well, Roxy. I'm sure there is a room or two available in the hotel. Not on this floor, of course. Downstairs." Jareth answered, he had started reading something and had not noticed the look Roxy had given Sarah.
Sarah smiled sweetly at the woman, feeling confident. "Oh no Jareth, I have an idea. As I will be staying with you now, I can move my things here and she can have my room. It no problem. I only used the bed once. Plus that way there will be an extra room the rest of the trip anyway." She grinned at Roxy, just a little too wide.
She was tired of this woman trying to make her feel frumpy and ugly.
Jareth looked up at her words, finally noticing the exchange. He grinned behind the accounting papers he had been reading.
That was his Sarah.
He said brightly "What a fabulous idea! There you go then Roxy, You have a bed for the night. How gracious of you, my Sarah." He nodded his head a little at her, then winked.
"Anything else, Roxy?" He turned back to her, saw she was blushing red. For once.
"No...I guess not. Well, I will leave you two to your breakfast. Thank you Sarah. You can give me your key when I see you tonight." She answered. She fled the room quickly.
Once she was gone, Sarah started to giggle. Which turned into a full blown laugh.
Jareth put his papers down and joined her. "Have I told you, precious, that you are magnificent." He said through the laughter.
Sarah's eyes were bright with mirth. "Yes, but for a completely different reason."
Jareth laughed more. "True, and that still stands too. I believe that was when you were seducing me in the shower, naughty thing. Sneaking into my room and appearing before me in your altogether. How was a poor unsuspecting man such as myself supposed to resist a wanton woman such as yourself?"
Sarah snorted in a completely unladylike manner. "Oh yes, pillar of society that you are. I'm sure you have never attempted to seduce anyone ever."
Jareth raised he brow again. "Attempted?"
Sarah laughed again and rolled her eyes. "Oh you must have been refused once or twice."
Jareth stood and held out his hand. "Come, Sarah."
She looked up at him skeptically. She had a feeling that was a double entendre. She took his hand, and he lifted her out of the chair, leading her to the plush leather couch.
He sat and pulled her down to sit astride him. Slipping his hands underneath the robe, he found her delightfully naked. He cupped her bottom and kneaded it. So full any round..she fits perfectly in my hands, he thought.
"What exactly are you doing to me, Mr. King?" Sarah said. She put her hands on his shoulders to have some leverage.

He kissed her chest, then moved up to her neck and shoulder.
"Seducing you, my love." He answered. He look up into her eyes, daring her to refuse him. She did not.
He untied the robe and let it slide off. Sarah blushed a little. She wasn't really used to being naked in front of someone in full daylight. The night always hid most flaws.
"As I said, you are magnificent." He told her with a husky voice. He brought her face down to his and found her mouth with his own.
While they were kissing, Jareth cupped her breasts and played with her nipples, making them tingle and harden. He moved his lips down to replace he hands, giving each nipple the attention they craved, first one, then the other.
She tilted her head back and gasped in pleasure..then moaned his name..."Jareth..."
She felt her body lubricating itself, as she became aroused. She ground down on his lap, and felt him already hard and throbbing beneath her. Only his silk pants between what both of them wanted.
She started fumbling with the ties on his pants, but was clumsy in her haste, so Jareth helped her, holding her up with one hand while shoving the pants down and off, lifting his hips and finally setting himself free.
All the while never breaking contact with her skin, kissing and licking her wherever his tongue could reach.
He found her moist sex with his hand, rubbing and teasing her with his fingers her until she was close to her climax.
He pulled away, and she whimpered in frustration.
"Tell me what you want, Sarah." He said touching and kissing her here and there, but no where that would make her come without him.
"You know what I want." She ground out, slightly annoyed that he stopped.
Jareth laughed, and pulled at a nipple with his teeth.
"Say it." He whispered vehemently. "I want to hear you say it, Sarah. Tell me you want me. Tell me where you want me."
She looked into his eyes. He was studying her face intensely. Almost desperately. Like he needed to hear her say she wanted him, and him alone.
He did. After all this time, after everything that happened before, the way she rejected him, left him. He did.
Sarah's mouth opened and closed a few times. Dirty talk wasn't something she was really good at either.
Screw it, she thought. Just say it.
She took his face in her hands, and caressed it, her eyes looking into his. "I want...I want you. I want you inside of me. Deep inside of me. I want you to make love to me. To come inside me. I want it all."
Jareth grinned at her, he felt himself grow even harder at her words.
"As you wish." He took himself in his hand and found her damp opening, than pushed up as she seated herself on him.
He was all the way in before she could blink. Damn he feel so fucking good. No one ever filled her the way he did. She couldn't imagine ever being satisfied by another man now.
Sarah started to move and bounce and undulate on him, as he held her hips and plunged vigorously upward.
He knew the guard, at least, might hear, but he did not care. He held her against him and and with a thought made sure the door could not be opened from the outside.
Then he let himself get lost in her body, her spirit, as they coupled hard and fast on the supple leather sofa.
He licked the mark he left he night before, and she shook from the sensation. Ir was like a lightning bolt through her body, bringing her far closer to her completion.
She grabbed his hair and pulled his head back and reciprocated. He gasped her name out and thrust harder.
Sarah noticed how her body seemed to know and recognize him ,and bend to his will. It was simply the most amazing feeling she had ever known. She gave herself over to it. She was so close.
As she started to reach her orgasm, her whimpers and moans got louder. Jareth covered her mouth with his, to muffle them. He felt her constricting around him and let himself join her in ecstasy.
Afterwards,she lay on his lap, her knees on either side for several minutes. They both were silent caught their breath.
Their bodies where damp with sweat and sex.
Sarah slid off to the side, with one leg still laying over his thighs.
Then he turned her to sit next to him. Sarah leaned against him as he wrapped an arm over her, they say little as they cuddled in the afterglow.
She finally turned to him and rubbed a finger over his cheek. "I think we are going to need another shower."
Jareth chuckled and looked both her and himself over. "I would say so. I'm sure we both look rather frazzled. Well, at least you look rather frazzled. i'm sure I look as fabulously handsome as always." He laughed and tickled her side.
"Oh you. You are such as jackass." She said laughing and moving to get away from his tickling fingers. He got up and lifted her into his arms, making her squeak in surprise.
He made his way into the bathroom and sat her down, then started the shower and led her inside.
They washed and teased each other, which led to another quickie, him pinning her against the wall and making her see stars.
Finally, a very pruny Sarah and Jareth emerged from the shower and dressed. Sarah put on the previous evening's clothes so she could go to her room and change.
The kiss goodbye seemed to last an hour, before she could force herself to open the door and walk out.
The daytime guard was there, Tim. he gave her a knowing grin and greeted her. Sarah blushed a little. She wondered if he heard them that morning.
She laughed to herself. Well I guess everyone will know anyway, what with Roxy coming in this morning. She made it to her room, changed, and spent the afternoon there working.
If she worked most of the afternoon, she might get much of it done and ready and still have a few days to enjoy the trip. She knew it wasn't quite what her boss had originally intended.
Truth was, Jareth had not done anything gossip worthy since she had been with the group. Well except with her, and she certainly wasn't going to include that.
The whole time she was working, she smiled and hummed. She felt happy and complete. She felt calm at last. She chuckled at herself. "Well I guess really amazing sex is good for the nerves." She said out loud. "Alright..quit stalling Sarah, get to work!"
So she did.

_
After Sarah left to change and work on her story, Jareth spent sometime gazing out the window at the city and thinking.
Something had come to him went she left. The best thing to do, might be to tell her the truth before she gets her memories back.
He retrieved the item he had Hoggle bring from The Labyrinth. Sarah's ruby ring. He held it in his hand and thought about it.
He would tell her how he felt. The one loophole he had to exploit was he council said nothing about him telling her of their shared past before she broke the spell, and he was going to use it.
He *knew* she loved him, he had felt it. All she has to do is say it, and we will all be safe.
He touched the mark she put on his neck, smiling. After all, she was according to the laws of his land his wife and queen, and already a changeling.
He was as bound to her now as she was to him, and that was unbreakable. She took his blood, and he hers. It still shocked him she did first.
He now realized to continue this deception further would be dishonoring her. something he could not do to the one who was his wife. He had to, for once, trust that she would accept it as truth.
He knew she would be mad.
Mad probably didn't even begin to cover what she will feel. But she loved him, and he her, and would come to realize nothing was more important that that.
Jareth's hands tightened into fists, squeezing the ring tightly. She had to, or all could be lost.
Tomorrow night, he mused. the night was free of any other obligations and he could lock the door and tell her everything.
He had proof, with the ring she left with the Wise Man. He chose to let them have this night to enjoy each other, before facing the reality of situation.
He moved from the window and made to prepare for the evening's concert.

_
Roxy hid in the bathroom of the room she shared with Jareth's drummer. He was a genuinely sweet guy and she hated deceiving him, but she had to.
There was no other way to go along to London. She already told him of her desire to get her own room, and he agreed they were better off as friends.
She let the tears flow. She hated herself, and what she was doing.
She liked Sarah a great deal, and loved Jareth like a brother. He had been good to her since he had been here in the mortal world.
Finally her tears stopped, and she took the yellow crystal out of the pocket of her bag.
Sniffing a little, she whispered. "They have bonded now. It is only a matter of time. I have to do it soon, or it may be too late. I will figure out something once we get to the next location."
A voice answered her. "Good Lady Roxanna, get it done. I want him banished for good. I want that kingdom."
"It will be done. The deal stands right?" She asked the voice.
"Of course, of course." was the reply.
A voice came through the door, Michael's voice. "Roxy? Are you alright?"
"Yes, Michael, was just feeling a little ill, I ate something that didn't agree with me I think." She answered.
She whispered into the crystal. "I have to go. I'll let you know."
She placed crystal back in her bag, cleaned up her face, and plastered on a smile, opening the door to Michael. "I'm ready, let's go!"

_
The show went off without a hitch. The band and the audience satisfied with the outcome.
Many well known London musicians attended and gathered for the after party at the hotel.
There were drinks, music, and laughter abound.
Sarah had a grand time. Jareth kept Sarah nearby the whole event, which kept the women at bay.
People were speculating on their relationship, but he was nothing but a complete gentleman, introducing her as the journalist from Rock Life writing an in depth article about him.
Still when they were out of earshot a few remarked on how closely they stood, how they looked at each other, how he would touch her when they leaned in to listen and talk with each other, or she would lay her hand on his arm.
There was something more there, but no one knew exactly what. They were obviously attracted to one another, if nothing else.
As the hour grew late, Sarah excused herself and went upstairs first. She knew if they went together there would be too many rumors, so they had planned to make separate exits from the party.
She had moved her luggage to Jareth's rooms before they had left for the concert hall, and she had discreetly handed the key over to Roxy while they were seated side by side at the show.
Sarah had made a quick trip to a nearby lingerie store that afternoon to buy a sexy little nightie. She had only packed functional nightwear and really didn't want to climb into bed with Jareth wearing sweats and an old KISS t shirt.
It was pale green, short, made of silk and lace, tying in front between her breasts, with matching panties.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she was a little shocked at what she saw. Her pale peaches and cream complexion shimmered slightly. Her lips were rosy red, her eyes bright and her hair shiny.
"Apparently good sex agrees with me in more than one way." She murmured out loud to herself. "Guess I'll have to kept doing it."
She smirked at her own joke. As far as she was concerned continuing to have sex with Jareth was the best idea she had ever came up with.

_
Jareth was trying desperately to get away from the party. Sarah had left half an hour before and already the vultures were trying to circle.
How he could have ever found any of these females remotely appealing he had no idea. He had a goddess waiting for him in his bed, he had no need for these cloying human females with their trashy clothes and overpowering sickening perfumes.
He was actually a little nauseated he had let any of them put their hands or mouth on him.
What was he thinking?
He managed to break away and went to the bar for a drink. How he wished for some of the delicious wine made in his kingdom, as human drink had no effect on him. The peaches and several other fruits were magical there so while it would take gallons to get drunk on it, a couple of glasses could take the edge off an especially grating day.
"Hello Jareth." he heard behind him. He rolled his eyes, he knew this one.
He turned and met a pair of green eyes he had seen before. "Julia." He said tightly.
Seeing her now, he could see even though she had green eyes and dark hair, the resemblance he had seen before ended there. Her eyes were hard and flat, her hair dull and lifeless. Her features slightly hawkish and he red lips only painted on. Her complexion ruddy and makeup overdone to the point of clownish.
It was like he was seeing her with his own eyes, not the eyes of the human he was pretending to be all these years. It was disconcerting.
The woman pouted. "How come you didn't call me and let me know you were coming to town? We could have had some fun" She whined. Her voice setting his teeth on edge.
"I apologize, Julia. But I have turned over a new leaf, so to speak. You know looking for Miss Right. and all." He said, taking a long drink to avoid having to say more.
The woman pouted. "Well, I could be that..if you want. I mean, not really into serious relationships, but hey we could give it go."
Jareth shook his head. "I think not, my dear. Our brief encounters are in the past now. Please enjoy the party." He waved his hand to send her a message to move on.
She walked closer to him and lay her hand on his chest. He flinched at her abrasive touch.
Leaning in she whispered. "Is the brunette you were standing with earlier? Hey she is cute and all, but come on. You and I know you will get bored with that mousy little number in a few days. I doubt she really knows how to please a guy like you."
She moved to try and kiss him, and he grabbed in a steel grip and pushed her away, but kept hold of her. He spoke low enough no one else would hear.
"Get away from me now, woman." He snarled. His lips curling in a sneer. "How dare you think to lay your hands, and your mouth upon me without my permission. I told you, I am not interested in any further contact with you. That I let you touch me in the first place disgusts me."
He lowered he mouth close to her ear. "And if you speak of *her* in such a manner within my earshot again, you will regret it in ways you cannot even imagine. You are not fit to kiss the ground she walks upon. Pass the word along to your fellow bottom feeders, I no longer desire, or need, any further contact with any of you. Is that understood?"
He let her go and shoved her away from him.
The dark haired groupie gulped and met his eyes. She knew he meant it. The look in his eyes scared the crap out of her.
"Fine." She answered as she backed away, keeping her eyes on him in case he made a move to grab her again. When she was far enough away, she turned and bolted.
Jareth downed his drink, and noticing no one needed his attention, left quickly.

_
Sarah had waited nervously for almost an hour. She had thought he would come up sooner, but understood there were lots of people wanting his attention.
When she started getting sleepy, she had fought it, but figured maybe the best thing was to just give in, and dozed off.
Jareth got in the door he breathed a huge sigh of relief. He walked to his bedroom door and was met with an enticing sight.
Sarah sprawled on his bed, dressed in a rather enchanting scrap of clothing.
She was turned away from the door, and the sight of her curvy backside peeking out from under the garment made heat and desire pool in his stomach, and he began to harden instantly.
Jareth smirked and pulled off his gloves, kicked off his boots, stripping off everything but his pants.
He laid gently next to her so not to startle her and and spooned her body, burying his face in her hair and dancing his fingers over her skin.
Sarah woke and stretched against him, turning and smiling.
"Oh it's you. For a second I was going to have to karate chop some perverted intruder." She joked in a sleepy voice.
Jareth laughed. "Disappointed? You may karate chop me if you wish, but I would be forced to punish you repeatedly."
Sarah snuggled against his warm body, and kissed him. "What would this punishment entail, exactly?"
Jareth paused, tapping his chin with his finger. "Hmmm..I think you would first need a thorough spanking, then I would be obligated to make you scream my name over and over again until you beg me to stop."
Sarah hummed into his neck, as she had taken to nibbling it as he had been speaking. She stopped and looked up at him.
"Well then, I may try it sometime, just to see." She answered, her voice low and husky.
Those big green eyes looking up so lovingly into his filled him with tenderness.
He took a deep breath and fingered her nightie.
"I must say, love, this piece of clothing is very stimulating." He tickled the expanse of belly that peeked out in between the tied together fabric, running a finger up to where the sides tied together between her breasts.
"I bought it today. Usually what I wear to bed is more suited for warmth and comfort than seduction or romance." She told him, reddening a little.
"Ahhh..so this *is* another seduction, I wondered as much. You are quite the naughty wench, aren't you?" He asked, grinning and raising an eyebrow. "First you accost me in the shower, then provoke me during breakfast, now deliberately enticing me with silk and lace and exposing so much creamy skin. How am I to fight off such seductive female such as yourself? You have me under your power, precious, do with me what you will."
Sarah got up on her knees, leaning over so he could clearly see most of her breasts. "Why don't you roll over onto your belly, and I'll give you a massage." She said in a low tone. "You seem a little tense."
He smiled and complied. "Yes, I admit, that gathering downstairs was getting on my nerves. I kept trying to get away and being waylaid by inane chitchat, come ons, and foolishness. All I wanted to do was come up here and be alone with you."
Sarah was rubbing and gliding her hands over his back, amazed at the silkiness of his skin that stretched over the sinew and muscle underneath.
He was lean and well toned with little body hair or fat. She knew his physique belied his strength. He had picked her up with such ease she would have thought she weighed no more than a child.
She moved his long feather soft hair out ofthe way and worked his neck and shoulder muscles. The way his head was turned she could see the mark she had left still. It had already healed and was fading to a small pink scar. Hers was the same she noticed earlier.
She laid down on him, and kissed and traced the mark. He hissed and jumped, groaning "Sarah..."
She whispered in his ear. "Do you like that?" She bit and sucked on his earlobe, making chills run up and down his body.
"Yeesss...please continue." He rumbled into the pillow.
Sarah grinned at the back of his head. She sat up and kept massaging him a little longer. She noticed his skin shimmered like hers did earlier in the mirror.
Strange, she thought..but shrugged it off. Must be something to do with the lighting in the room.
He moved underneath her, turning over but holding her there on top of him.
"I could not bear not looking at you any longer, my love." He said, smiling.
She could feel him hot and throbbing behind her, against her backside. She slid her hands up his chest, stopping to toy with his small pink nipples, then continuing slowly as she laid against him.
She brushed he hair away from his face and looked at him. He was so stunning. High cheekbones, straight nose, sinfully long eyelashes framing his odd, hypnotic blue eyes.
"I honestly have no idea what you see in me. You could have any woman on this earth. Why me?" She said as her fingers played over his features.
Jareth took her hands in his, stopping her exploration. He kissed each palm, watching her face.
"Sarah...please don't do that to yourself. You are the most glorious woman I have ever known. I adore you, and want no other. Be secure in yourself. You have no reason not to be." He lightly demanded.
Tears welled up in her eyes but the blinked rapidly to push them back. They way he said things...she could see he really did believe everything he said. No matter how long this lasted, she would cherish her time with him. He was certainly doing wonders for her self confidence.
He noticed again the changes beginning to happen. Most were to subtle for any human eyes to see. She was further along than he had hoped she would be at this point.
It concerned him a little but in a day he would tell her everything regardless. He could see her brows beginning to turn up, and her ears would soon begin to change as well.
He wrapped his arms around her and just held her to him for a moment. Even her scent was changing. Soon her own magic would begin to form, and there would be no way to hide what she was.
For tonight though, he would simply love her, and face whatever tomorrow brought when the morning came.
He lifted her head up and crushed his mouth to hers. Ravishing her tongue and lips as his hands roamed over her body. Grasping and squeezing her hips, thighs, anywhere they could reach.
Sarah sat up and ground her lower body against his. Damn he was so hard already, she silently observed.
He untied the ribbon between her breasts and pushed the garment down and off, throwing it aside.
He took her rosy tipped mounds into his hands and caressed them, making Sarah moan and recline her head, closing her eyes.
He sat up and pulled her closer so her could take one peak into his mouth, teasing it to hardness as Sarah rolled her hips and hung on to him for dear life. He switched and gave the same attention to the other nipple.
He slid a hand underneath her a cupped her over her panties, already soaking wet. He did not yet venture underneath but rubbed her over the thin material, make her body writhe and grind on him.
Finally he let one finger wander under the fabric, finding her hard little bud and flicking it.
"Oh, Jareth." She breathed out. Him lapping and biting at her nipples and teasing her heated core were making her spiral towards her peak faster than she could have ever imagined.
He stopped all of the sudden, and running his hand over her hips, pushed at her panties trying to remove them.
She lifted herself so he could push them further down, then wiggled out of them until she could reach back and slide them down her legs and off, tossing them onto the floor.
He laid back and looked at her. She was flushed with desire, so completely hungry for him to finish what he started.
He lifted her hips so she could straddle his head, and feasted on her damp sweet folds. His tongue danced over her then in between seeking and finding her engorged clit and licked around it, then biting down and tugging with his teeth.
He moved down to her entrance, felt her juices dripping onto his chin as he drove into her with his curled it and massaged that most sensitive place within her, and felt her thighs and tight passage clamp down on him as she let go and screamed his name above him, hitting her peak, then falling off and spiraling downward.
Sarah's hips bucked and rolled against him as he held her in place. She was blow away by the intensity of her orgasms with this man. No matter the method he used, he knew how to play her body, how drive her to heights she did not know existed.
Her climax bottomed out and she fell against him and the headboard. She laid there retrying to gather her thoughts, her heart pounding. After a moment she pushed herself down his body.
When her face was level with his she enveloped his mouth with her own, tasting her release on his lips.
He nuzzled into Sarah's neck, breathing her in. The strength of his need for her was so intense, it almost overwhelmed him.
"I need to be inside you, now." He demanded of her.
She nodded, wriggling around trying to find him with her body, then sought him out with her hand.
She found and held his painfully hard erection and put it at the entrance to her snug opening. She leveled her hips and pushed herself down on him, as he held her hips and pushed upward to meet her.
The pleasure of their joining was mutual and powerful. Sarah paused, meeting his blue eyes with her own green ones.
He felt her body quivering around him. The muscles of her canal tightening, urging them both to move and give their bodies what they most craved.
Jareth pulled her to him and held her as he rolled her underneath him, staying firmly ensconced in her warm heat. He lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders, and started to move.
Her welcoming body took him in completely. she began clenching and releasing as he plunged into her. Her cries were raising higher, which made him piston into her harder and faster.
Sarah reached up and held on tightly to his arms. On and on he drove into her and she thrust her hips to meet him. She felt herself getting so close to her summit, her body beginning to quake.
Jareth could not take his eyes off of her in the throes of passion, her whole body flushed, her breasts pointing up as her back arched. one hand holding on to his arm, the other playing with her nipples. He could see himself driving into her, it was the most erotic, beautiful thing he had ever seen, his body joined with hers.
He fell a pull deep inside, and his release started. He let go over her legs and they slid to the side. He laid on top of her and his mouth devoured hers, as the rode out their climax, pushing against each other, moaning each other's names.
Eventually the both came back to themselves. Thier kisses got softer, their touches became lighter.
Jareth laid his head on her chest and listened to her heart as the pounding subsided back to it's regular rhythm.
Fully relaxed, Jareth rolled off of her and gathered her close to himself.
"Jareth...can I ask you something?" Sarah said quietly.
"Anything, precious." He answered. He laid on his side and she did too, so they could face each other.
"There weren't like..thousands of groupies right? Not like some of those other rock stars who had like a dozen every night."
Jareth caressed her face as he thought how to answer her. He did not even want to lie to her.
"No, not thousands, but I'm no innocent, love. I will tell you everything, if you really wish to know."
She nodded, waiting.
"There have been times, when my loneliness has made me do things. I'm not proud, but I can't spend time regretting the past. Maybe a few times a tour I have given in to my baser needs, and let a woman..pleasure me. I have never had intercourse with any of them, I swear never, absolutely never, have even kissed any one of them, or even touched them without gloves."
He stopped, trying to think of how to say what he needed to say next.
"My love, I must ask of you, do you forgive me? I wish I could change it, but I can't. So now I must humbly request, that you do not hold it against me."
He took her hands and kissed then, his eyes imploring as they stared into hers.
Sarah was a bit taken aback at his words. She really did get why he would ask such a thing. He wasn't her husband or boyfriend, why would he think she had to grant him some sort of absolution? It was so odd. Then again, he was a bit odd, sometimes.
Plus , that she felt the need to ask at all, she also found strange. The way he was looking at her, I guess he really needed to hear it didn't make a difference to her, what he did in his past.
She smiled and kissed him. "Sure, I forgive you. I mean, there really isn't anything to forgive. What's past is past. I'm no virgin.

We are both part of this scene, we know what goes on, right?"
For a moment Jareth had forgotten the world outside this room. It wasn't his world. She would not know why he needed her forgiveness.
He smiled back, and wound his fingers in her silky hair. He hoped she would be so forgiving tomorrow evening when he told her everything.
He took her head in his hands and brought her lips to his sealing their words with a kiss. He then held her him as tightly as he could, and spoke into her hair.
"Let us sleep precious. Tomorrow will be a very long day, and it starts early."
Sarah agreed. "Good idea. goodnight, Jareth, sleep well."
"Sweet dreams, love." He replied. He listened as her breathing evened out and she slept.
He laid there a long time thinking. He realized something. He had let himself get wrapped up in his role here, and let himself forget who and what he was.
He needed to rectify that now. He enjoyed singing and performing for people and that was fine, but it wasn't his true self.
He had to get back to being The Goblin King, a leader, a monarch, a man of power and strength who demanded respect. Not Jareth King, and human man who was entertainer for the human masses.
It had been fun, and he would always cherish it, but his time here was coming to a rapid end, one way or another. He would not let any group of council fools tell him where he belonged or whether he should be who he was.
Finding Sarah had in a very big way, brought him back to himself. This fight was not about just him anymore, it was about her, about them.
She was his wife, his queen, and anyone coming between him and her, and their kingdom, would find their would be hell to pay.
He finally slept, determined and resolved.
I hadn't planned to do two lemons in one chapter hehe, but it sort of just played out that way. I think Jareth was feeling extra randy since my muse went out of town.
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The Goblin King of Rock 'n' Roll