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AMELIORATION CHRONICLES II - RESOLUTIONS OF A NEW YEAR

CHAPTER 2 - Romantic Sunsets & Frightening Revelations

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Sarah lie awake in her bed staring at her darkened ceiling, a snoring Jareth snuggled next to her.  So much for kicking him out the morning after as it was two days after their tour of the Undine's territory. They'd returned earlier that evening, engaged in mad, passionate sex—twice—then settled down for the night.  Well, he'd settled down for the night, she tossed and turned unable to sleep, each and every one of his relaxed snores grating on her nerves.

And she hated herself for feeling this way and hated him for making her hate herself for feeling this way...argh! Jareth had shown her a wonderful weekend, romantic and lovely and all other –lys and –isms and –tics her imaginative brain struggled to cease dwelling on. At least she'd silenced Tutu Girl for the time being. Turning her head, Sarah gazed at his tousled, platinum locks glowing faintly in the moonlight and smiled at her memories of the weekend...

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"Sarah, Sarah! Look at the gorgeous sunset, you must hurry!" Jareth called to her, urging her to catch up to him at the summit of the bluffs overlooking the coast. She raised her head to see his slim figure standing several yards ahead on the rocky edge, the sharp winds whipping at his clothes and hair ...Geez, he looked like some god come to life perched with one leg precariously balancing his lithe body on a large boulder. Visions of clichéd romance novel heroes or the Captain Morgan character from that Rum pranced through her racing libido, less pirate-y though. Couldn't the man have the decency to look bad just once and give her ego and her female parts a break?

"I'm coming!" she griped. "Pun not intended," she add under her breath, then sucked in another ragged breath. She really needed to start hitting the gym again as her cardio stamina was crap, an unpleasant reality she'd learned once Jareth hiked her butt up the cliffs at the edge of the Undine territory at the very start of their tour. Agreeing to a weekend getaway should've included all teleportation transport, but he'd insisted that climbing the cliffs made the view all the better; something about earning it or some such nonsense. Since when did immortal Fae Kings earn things? Sarah lugged her tired legs the last few feet until she stood panting next to the exhilarated and non-exhausted Jareth, who flung an arm around her waist pulling her close to his amazingly scented, firm body.

"Is this not everything I promised you, precious?" He gazed down upon her, his light blue, mismatched eyes ablaze with excitement, which she had to admit was darn infectious once she got a good look at the abstract painting using the yellow, gold, pink, and blue palettes otherwise known as an evening sky splashed before her.

"Oh ... wow, Jareth, it's ... it's ..." Wordless, she stared at the brilliantly huge sun melting into the ocean's distance horizon, and clutched at his arms for security as a strong sense of vertigo overwhelmed her; it was quite a long and jagged way down. Not the way she'd prefer to end up after the tedious climb. He clasped her tighter to him, his breath warm upon her ear.

"I won't let you fall. You're safe with me," he murmured, placing a chaste kiss upon her temple causing Sarah finally to force her eyes from the unearthly sunset and face him, their lips brushing together.

"I'm always safe with you," she replied honestly, and caught him in a passionate kiss wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close. She heard him moan deep in his throat, his sinful leather pants hiding nothing of his later intentions for her. Damn, romantic Goblin King making her feel all warm and fuzzy.  Sarah forgave him the rigorous climb ... this time ... as the view had been worth it and so was the make-out session...

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Jareth woke as soon as Sarah withdrew from her bed.  In truth he'd barely slept most of the night as he'd sensed her restlessness. It kept him from sleeping very well, but he didn't wish to alarm her and chose to pretend better rest than he obtained. From cracked lids, he watched her sneak from her bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind her, and a short time later he smelled her morning ritual brewing.

He knew Sarah was required to report to her place of business this morning, but she woke earlier than normal. This concerned him greatly, actually many things about Sarah's behavior concerned him lately. The closer their relationship grew the more emotionally distant she acted. And Sarah being ... well Sarah ... she resisted some of his best efforts to pry into that lockbox she called a heart. Jareth rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling thinking about all he'd done to grant his love a perfect weekend, and hopefully meld her to him once and for all...

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The Undine merchant swam in his pool located behind his booth, making sure to wet his entire skin and gills before returning to the customer table to wait upon them. Jareth watched Sarah admire the Undine's iridescent greenish-gray, smooth skin, before remarking how they reminded her of a whale with the addition of a sparkly layer.

Undines appeared to be mainly fish from head to tail, but could manipulate their fore fin ends with a fine dexterity equal to human fingers and they could breathe air and speak in a guttural language that Jareth understood. Jareth explained to her that Undines could breathe dry air for short periods, similar to Aboveground lungfish, but necessitated quick dips to lengthen their time out of water which allowed them to conduct business with land residents.

Jareth haggled over a particular water opal necklace that he knew Sarah coveted.  She touched it repeatedly as she scrutinized the merchant's items. She didn't comprehend that he negotiated the price, which was a kingly sum, until the merchant scoped up the fiery gem and placed in her palms, waving his fins in a shooing motion and giving her a gurgling laugh at her shocked expression.

When she glanced at Jareth for confirmation, he merely nodded casually that--'yes, the treasure was now hers'-but instead of smiling in gratitude as he expected, and perhaps politely but excitedly requesting him to fasten it around her neck, Sarah did something utterly unexpected. She blanched, her face falling from admiration of the item's beauty to emptiness.

She carefully placed the necklace back on the merchant's table, and without another word, spun on her heels and stormed away from him. The Undine burbled and gave a surprised look to Jareth and in shock waved his fins anxiously, afraid his sale was lost and the King displeased. Sparing a relieving look for the merchant, Jareth picked up the necklace, pocketed it, and dropped several gold coins in the merchant's fins before following his Sarah.  Why she was annoyed now was the latest and greatest mystery of his long life.

"Sarah," he called, catching up to her in the tunnels, and grabbing her elbow none to gently. "What the devil was that all about?"

"Don't, Jareth, don't try and buy me!" she snapped at him, yanking from his grasp.

"What?" he said, taken by surprise at the vehemence of her accusation. "I would never..." he sputtered in anger, then stopped at her reddened face and clenched fists. Whatever her assumptions, though wrong, he mustn't brush her concerns off. However much he wanted to throttle her at the moment, or bed her, gods below the woman was infuriating!

"Which is why you love her, old boy."

I what? Oh, bloody hell...

"Well? You would never what?" Sarah said impatiently, her arms crossed and her foot all but tapping as she glared at him.

Forcing his mind from his internal wanderings, he took a deep breath to compose and addressed the gorgeously galling creature standing before him. "I would never offer such a distasteful, offensive insult to a woman that I ... a woman whom ..." he stumbled on the words so freshly in his mind.  It couldn't really be true, could it? Of course, he'd wanted her as his queen since he'd first laid his royal vision upon her, but that was just because he was a king and that's what kings do.  They covet and take what they want ... right? Right? Damn internal voice deserting him now...

"Jareth, are you going to answer the question anytime this century? You know you're the only immortal in this conversation." Sarah's very sardonic tone cut his mental fog again.

"I was only trying to say, my dear, that I would never dream of insulting you in such a manner." He finished smoothly.

"There, that wasn't so difficult now was it, old boy?"

Great, he thought, now you answer me. Some help you are! Jareth covered his splintered thoughts by granting Sarah a devilish grin, which seemed to melt her icicle heart somewhat. "Can't a man purchase a mere bauble for the lovely lady in his life?" he added, taking her hands in his, commencing to massage them lightly.

"Well ... I guess so." Her answer sounded iffy until she added, "As long as that's all it is."

"Of course, of course, just a small gift to show my ... admiration." Jareth withdrew the extremely expensive 'bauble' from his pocket and draped it across her palm. Sarah's eyes lit up again, and a shy smile spread her lips.  The desire to ravish those same lips welled up from the base of his groin.

"Oh, you've got it bad, old boy. Very, very bad."

Yes, I'm afraid I probably do, he agreed with the traitorous voice.

"Would you help me put it on?" she asked sweetly.

He complied, sweeping her raven tresses aside to bare her neck and shoulders. Encircling her with his arms and the unclasped necklace, he settled it in place against her flawless skin while impure thoughts of taking the necklace--and everything else on her person decidedly OFF--skated through his mind and other less rational parts of his body. Jareth placed an open-mouthed kiss at the base of her neck, slowly working his way along to her collarbone as his hands gripped her shoulders. He heard Sarah moan and her hands rubbed the outside of both of his thighs, pulling him into her backside where he fit so perfectly against her crevice.

"Sarah, without doubt, I know you'll be the death of me," he whispered into her neck.

"I thought you couldn't die?" Shee slowly rotated her hips, creating friction in all the right places.

"Well, I'm quite sure if there's a way, you'll be the one to find it," he responded thrusting into her resistance...

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Stop torturing yourself. Jareth mentally slapped his runaway memories of the whirlwind weekend turned emotional roller coaster. He needed to focus on solving this dilemma with his Sarah.

Unfortunately, he'd been unsuccessful at wheedling much out of her; she was a pit bull at guarding her inner most feelings, and apparently he didn't really know his, so where did that leave them? Hopefully enjoying copious amounts of pleasures of the most intimate physical kind.  He grinned, remembering the two rounds of vigorous adult touching they'd engaged in last night. First time starting in the kitchen and finishing on the living room couch with the delightfully perfect crevice of her bottom spread before him.  Sarah may hold back emotionally, but she certainly didn't restrain herself physically! Her stamina and open-mindedness rivaled his, and that was wealth beyond measure which he'd not found in ... well ... ever.

Ever ... ever ... ever ... She was wealth beyond measure.  His heart, and various other parts of his rebellious anatomy, sang as he felt said anatomy stand at attention for morning reveille. Groaning, Jareth rolled out of Sarah's bed, and stumbled to her attached master bathroom doing his best to focus his thoughts on boring, revolting topics like chickens and goblins rather than enticing potential goblin queens, who were at this very moment less than fifty feet away from him in her kitchen.

"Chickens, chickens, chickens," he chanted, leaning and hovering over the mundane toilet trying his best to aim properly. Damn potential goblin queens.

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Coffee brewed, Sarah enjoyed her second cup sitting at her kitchen table contemplating her dilemma with the annoying, sexy Goblin King snoozing in her bed. Why'd he have to be so ... so wonderful all the darn time? She still hadn't had the TALK with him as she promised herself, and there'd been several times she could tell, that he could tell, that something wasn't right with her. And after she'd told him she wanted to talk to him about something then didn't ... well ... what was she supposed to say now? Every time her bravery rose and she almost broached the subject, he'd go and be romantic or generous or sexy or any number of other distracting adjectives.

Maybe she should just blurt it out and run. Maybe she could try avoiding him.  Yeah, like that would work ... poof, hello! Maybe, maybe, maybe she should stop fighting her feelings and just enjoy it ... him ... them. Oh, hell. This couldn't be happening. She just couldn't be falling for ... Jareth. He was her friend and an immortal. He liked her sure, but he wasn't interested in long term, not when long term was forever and he could have anyone he wanted. Besides, after how she rejected him the first time they met, why on Earth would he ever risk himself that way again? No, this was just fun and games ... fun ... and ... sex. Great sex, the best sex of her life sex.

Get your head straight, Williams!

She deliberately shook herself from head to toe, squared her shoulders, pushed her chair back, and stood from her table.  Time to clean up and get ready for work. Sarah walked towards her bedroom, pointedly avoiding looking at the bed to keep from being tempted to join Jareth, he slept in the nude, and barreled into her bathroom determined to start her day.

"Bloody hell!" a male voice cursed at her.

Sarah swiveled her head around seeing a very buff Jareth leaning awkwardly over the toilet ... now he was scrambling backwards towards her shower, grabbing at the towel, missing the towel, and falling into the shower curtain which encased him like a tamale as he continued to fall into the tub, curtain rod and all.

"Bloody Hell! Have you not heard of knocking, woman?" his muffled voice demanded.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" Sarah rushed to his aid. Kneeling at the tub edge, she fished through the mess of curtain, towel, rod, and rings with pale, muscular limbs and a fluffy head sticking out at various angles. "Jareth, are you okay?" she asked sheepishly, once she finally exposed his face, twisted in an irate grimace.

"Nothing but my pride I suspect," he answered snidely, and Sarah could tell he was quite irritated with her.

"I'm really, really sorry. I'm not used to people staying over I guess," she said lamely, which earned her a cold glare from him.

"I suppose I'll take that as a positive sign." His tone was acid as he pulled himself from her tub of humiliation.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She ripped back at his royal pissiness--pun definitely intended--stepping back, now refusing to help.

"It means whatever you take it to mean, my dear." He refused to meet her eyes, wrapping the finally freed towel around his narrow waist. Being nude in her presence was only desired if humiliation, specifically his, was not involved as certain large morning problems were instantly solved.

"That's it!  That is so it, Goblin King!" Jareth's brows arched, he noticed she only called him that when her ire with him was up, what did he do? He's the one who got tossed in the tub! "Out...out of my home, and don't come back until I say so! Got it?"

Jareth straightened his body until his natural, moderate height and regality filled the bathroom, rather a stunning feat as he was only wearing a fuzzy, mint green towel. In an icy voice he answered, "You needn't shout, the message is quite clear by your despicable behavior towards me the last two days. Don't worry; I wouldn't bother to show my face to someone who obviously has no desire in having me about. Good day, madam."

And with that he bowed his head with a snap, his tangled hair drifting forward as he vanished.  He took her last clean, fuzzy, mint green towel, leaving Sarah to stare at the empty non-Jareth space for far longer than she felt comfortable thinking about--later on when she allowed herself to think about such things.
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