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AC III Valentine Evenings	By : jinx1764 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 1706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AMELIORATION CHRONICLES III - VALENTINE EVENINGS

CHAPTER 2 - Pinging Green-O-Meters

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"Brad?" A slightly pissed off female voice said, drawing Sarah's attention from her dinner companion who'd just drawn back from kissing her cheek.

"Belinda!" Brad responded in a shocked tone.  He spun in his seat to face his very recently ex-girlfriend who stood a few feet from their table-for-two located conveniently, but discreetly, by the main entrance of the five star restaurant. Sarah noticed a well-dressed, older couple, presumably Belinda's parents, flanking her with appropriately supportive scowls and edgy stances.

"What are you doing here?" the petite, blonde bombshell demanded. Sarah heard the unspoken questions behind the question. Who is she, and what the hell are you doing sitting at our table with this ho-bag?

Who indeed?Sarah thought smugly as she perused the infamous Belinda, heart-breaker extraordinaire and emotional scourge of trust fund babies.  Dressed immaculately in Prada and Jimmy Choo heels, Belinda tapped one toe of said shoes in a rapid staccato upon the parquet floor.

"Oh, well, I would think it's obvious. I'm having dinner," Brad turned back to Sarah and lightly touched her forearm, smiled and turning back, "...with a friend." Belinda's sea-blue eyes flashed, and Sarah's female green-o-meter pinged out in the red.

Well, well, well, what games did Belinda the betrayed play?Sarah wondered, before politely tilting her head. "I'm Sarah. It's a pleasure to meet you, Belinda." Belinda's radioactive glare made Sarah fear her medium rare filet Mignon might cook to well done right on her plate merely from accidental exposure.

"Sarah ... how quaint. I'm sure you're nice enough for my Bradley. For a rebound girl." Belinda's acerbic tongue attempted to cut.  Unfortunately for Belinda her well-played, but ultimately useless, tactic of viciousness fell on a steel heart.

"Damn, she's a bitch!" Tutu girl commented.

You said it, Tutu,Sarah mentally agreed before resuming her real world conversation with said lizard demon, completely unfazed.

"Rebound girl? Is that what I am?" Sarah feigned astonishment, placed her hand over her wounded heart and meeting Brad's pinched expression. "Why, Brad, you never told me about Belinda. you naughty boy!" She flipped her hair over her shoulder and fluttered her eyelashes at him. Speechless, Brad gaped at Sarah's blatant flirting before catching himself and verbally stumbling for a response that neither embarrassed him nor affronted either woman.

Insulted that Brad no longer jumped to her defense, Belinda huffed, then stomped off in short, choppy four-inch heel strides instead of her usual effortless hip-swaying glide. Her parents scowled deeper before following her, however once her mother's view averted, Belinda's father caught Brad's eye and nodded once with a discreet thumbs up, then joined his ladies at a table some distance away. Their incensed voices could be heard over the restaurant din.

"That's your ex-girlfriend?" Sarah asked,her brows arching.

"I know, I know, but she's really not as terrible as she seems. She's just—" He shrugged.

"A completely and utterly spoiled you know what?"

Brad cringed. "Not usually. But I was right. It's working!"

"I suppose, but why do you want her back if she's so immature and spoiled?" She glanced over her shoulder, catching a flash of Prada. How can anyone love someone so immature and possessive?

"*cough* Jareth *cough*

He's nothing like her, Tutu!

"Riiiight ... because Jareth wouldn't be majorly pissed if you saw what you were doing right now without him."

Jareth is very mature, and we had our talk! He understands my need for personal time, Sarah stated boldly.

"Is that before or after he restrained you?"Tutu smugly shot back. Sarah chose to not dignify Tutu's last question with a response and instead concentrated on her real world friend's conversation.

Brad frowned a bit. "I can't help it. I love her, and I know she loves me, too. She just needs a little nudging in the right direction to figure it out." His eyes were dreamy and drifting towards Belinda. "That's why her dad helped me coordinate this tonight, and I really appreciate your help as well."  He grinned. "Did you see how she reacted? She hates you!"

"Yeah, hates me,"  Sarah fiddled with her food, "and you're welcome. I hope it helps. About my return favor ..."

"Don't worry about it, totally done deal," he said. Distracted by thoughts of a desperately jealous Belinda fighting to win him back danced through his head as he slowly cut his steak. "I just need to you come by tomorrow night, so I can explain how everything works beforehand, then it's all yours for the weekend."

Sarah tried to restrain her growing grin. "Seriously? You don't mind? 'Cause that'll make my Valentine plans perfect!"

"I trust you." He popped a piece of meat in his mouth, chewed and swallowed. "Hell, I already trust you to handle Mr. Bradley Dwellington III's million dollar legal affairs, this is nothing," he stated sarcastically, putting himself in the third person and reminding Sarah of why she always liked him. For a mega rich trust fund baby and successful entrepreneur, he always kept his feet solidly planted on the earth, never took the whole thing too seriously.

"Brad, you know I'm not really you're personal lawyer.  I'm just one of many in the firm that handles your account."

He waved his fork at her and shook his head. "Sarah, I trust you. You're not like the rest of those blood sucking fiends ... well, almost." He amended with a smirk, making her mock glare at him. "Anyhow, just come over tomorrow night and I'll walk you through everything. But what about you?  Your sure about this? I mean why the big ta-do? I thought your boyfriend was rich."

Sarah had a difficult time holding Brad's steady gaze, but he refused to drop the subject. "Rich? Sort of. I guess that's the problem. I just ... I mean  What can I possibly ever give him or do for him that he can't take care of himself?" She twirled her fork on the slick surface of her plate, the metal clicking against the porcelain. "I just want to be able to surprise him with something special, show him how much I love him."

Brad smiled wanly and put his utensils down. "You know I'm more than willing to help, but have you ever considered that maybe you don't have to do anything other than love and be there for him? Speaking from experience of the insanely rich male persuasion, the best gift I ever received from Belinda was her undivided attention when I knew it was because she really loved me." He watched her eyes mist slightly. "The rest is just frosting."

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Brad's luxury sports car sped them through the Philadelphia evening in comfort and style, and Sarah decided convincing Jareth to acquire one for their own use was of the utmost importance. Brad had offered to drive her home from the restaurant rather than back to her office, stating it would be too late for her to be driving. Initially she had protested as she needed a way to work in the morning, but he had insisted, then arranged a car service to pick her up in the morning. She couldn't argue with his logic and accepted since she could drive from directly from work to see him tomorrow evening.

"Thanks for the lovely evening, Brad. I hope everything works out with Belinda," Sarah said as he walked her to her door.

"You're very welcome. I had a wonderful time and even if it doesn't work out, I still enjoyed our dinner together. You're a good friend, Sarah, even if you are a blood sucking fiend." He gave her a warm, bear hug, which she returned, laughing at his friendly insult to her profession.

She swatted his upper arm. "Well, at least at I work for a living, playboy."

"What? I work!" He stepped back, clutching his arm in false pain.

"When it suits you. Must be nice."

He smirked. "It's a blast! You should try it."

Sarah shook her head and waved him off as she unlocked her door. "Go away you evil man. Some of us have real goals in life."

"Night, Sarah, see you tomorrow," he said over his shoulder while briskly walking back to his car.

"Goodnight, Brad." She gave him a quick wave before closing her door and locking it, a small smile on her face.

Moments later, she felt his presence in her darkened apartment just as she heard his silken voice call her name from the shadows of her living room.

"Sarah-"

She jumped, her scream smothered in her throat. "Oh my God! Jareth! Are you trying to scare me to death?"

She stormed to the nearest light switch and flipped it on, bathing the living room in a soft glow. He sat in her wing chair with one leg crossed over the other, one arm supporting his tilted and reclined head.  However, the look he gave her looked anything but relaxed, then he blinked and the sharpness in his eyes vanished.

"Jareth, what are you doing here?" she asked warily, sensing his odd mood. "I didn't expect you."

His lips thinned and curled in what could be called a smiled, but it never reached his eyes. "Yes, I know. I missed you, Precious, and thought I might surprise you. Imagine my own surprise to find you not in residence."

"Oh crap..."Tutu said.

Oh crap. What the hell do I tell him? How much does he know?

"I told you we should've left a note."

But he wasn't supposed to visit today, Tutu. He promised! I mean, really, is a day here a there to myself too much to ask? Holy crap he's not my parent or my husband. I'm supposed to check in with him now?

"Did you forget the part where he's a powerful sorcerer?"

Sarah decided nonchalance was her best defense and forced her posture to relax. "I was out with a friend ... a work friend."

"A friend?" he echoed blandly. Sarah saw a muscle twitch in his jaw.

"Yes, a friend. He's helping me out with some ... business of mine." She kept her tone light. She'd done nothing wrong.  She didn't have anything to answer for, and she be damned if she'd allow him to make her feel guilty. She watched him from the corner of her eye as she kicked off her work heels, dropped her coat, and got comfortable on her couch.

Jareth stood from the chair, all smooth lines and sleek grace, his leather pants creaking, and Sarah felt heat stir in her groin as she watched him stalk towards her. Damn, he's hot! His every movement and every look were pure sexuality, striking her like a tangible force.  It was like trying to stand in strong ocean surf trying to drown you.

And oh how she wanted to drown.

He reached down, grabbed her shoulders and roughly yanked her upright and flush against him. Their bodies melded together perfectly, and before Sarah could protest the harsh treatment, Jareth ravished her mouth with his. The fervency of his passion ignited Sarah's response to an immediate blaze, and their hands tore clothing away until fabric ripped and fleshed was scratched, neither cared. The couch served well enough, instead of the bed. He pinned her to the leather cushions and exacted his revenge as she screamed in pleasure.

No words were exchanged, only sounds, as their coupling quickly exhausted its fuel. As they panted in the aftermath, Jareth raised his head from her shoulder, held her gaze firmly and said,
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