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Dreams beneath the surface	By : Dags Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 3810 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jareth sat on his throne, one leg sprawled over the side in a lazy but sensual pose. He looked at the crystal balanced atop his gloved fingers, a devious smile playing across his lips. He had summoned it the moment he felt Sarah wish for him. Not that he had much of a choice. The pull was incredibly strong for such a fleeting moment, especially considering it was only a thought-- and she didn't consciously remember him yet.
"Oh poor Sarah. Another relationship ended? How. . . tragic."
He laughed and brought the crystal to his lips, relishing the feeling of the cold glassy surface on his skin. Sarah would be asleep soon, he thought, and then he could help push her in the right direction. He pulled the crystal back to look at the slender woman with long raven hair. He had watched James leave quickly and quietly some time ago. Sarah now sat on her bed with her head in her hands, deep sobs tearing through her in a ragged and erratic rhythm.
Jareth couldn't stop smiling.
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Sarah was running, searching for James through a maze of office cubicles. She felt like she had been running for hours, and James was nowhere to be found. She slowed to a stop and looked around.
"James! Where are you?" she screamed, not knowing why she was so terrified. She went into the nearest cubicle, finding nothing but a peach sitting in the center of an empty desk. Her breath hitched in her chest. An image of a masquerade ball... a man, no-- a God...
Am I dreaming?
She turned frantically to leave. The floor crumbled and gave way beneath her. She fell straight down a dark, earthy chute. Her hands shot out impulsively, trying to grab onto the sides of the hole. Hands met her descent and stopped her from falling. Hundreds of hands. Grabbing her body on all sides, roughly pinching and squeezing.
"What the fuck!" Sarah yelled watching, confused, as the hands started to form faces.
"Up or down, Sarah?" a shrill, alien voice spilling from the deformed hand face in front of her.
"Up!" she begged.
"Eh... we don't really feel like it!" Cackles of laughter accompanied her screams as the hands released her and she continued her fast descent.
She landed unceremoniously on the hard ground, scraping her hands and knees painfully as they absorbed the fall. In addition to the pain, her memories were stirring-- it made her feel uneasy.
I've dealt with those assholes before...
Her thoughts were interrupted by a grunt. She turned from her kneeling position in the dirt to see James pushing the blonde secretary up against the wall, putting his hand up her shirt as he invaded her mouth with his tongue. The blonde tilted her head back to moan as James kissed down her neck. As he worked his way down her body with his mouth, the blonde looked into Sarah's eyes and laughed.
"NO! JAMES!" Sarah lunged forward to tear them apart, but a glass wall stopped her in her tracks. She pounded her fists and screamed at the top of her lungs. The blonde continued to watch her, laughing as James started to remove her skirt...
Sarah opened her eyes in a panic.
She was alone in her room. She looked over at the clock. 3:30 am.
"Ugh."
She rubbed her sore, red eyes, no doubt raw from the epic crying session she had put herself through when James left. Shouldn't you be used to this by now, Sarah? Haven't you been cheated on a million times? She thought. But now you have to file for divorce... That's a lot messier than a simple breakup. She threw her comforter back angrily and went to the kitchen to find something to battle her headache. She grabbed her almost empty bottle of ibuprofen and popped two of the small pink pills on her tongue. She grabbed a glass of water from the sink full of forgotten dirty dishes.
She passed the fridge, her stomach reminding her painfully she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast...
She swung the door open and felt her heart skip a beat. There was nothing in the fridge except a lone peach on the center shelf.
A name she thought was long forgotten spilled from her lips unexpectedly.
"Jareth."
"Did you miss me, Sarah dear?"
She whipped around, stifling a small scream. There stood the majestic Goblin King, nonchalantly staring at her from her living room. The glass of water Sarah was holding plummeted and smashed all over the kitchen tile. Her mouth gaped open, staring at his incredible physique and carved facial features-- so perfect it hurt. She felt her cheeks flush and looked down in horror at the water and shards of glass everywhere at her feet. She bent down without a plan (Am I really going to clean up a broken glass when the Goblin King is staring at me?) when Jareth stepped forward.
"Tsk, Tsk... clumsy today, aren't we?"
Sarah looked up and nearly keeled over when she found him directly before her, her eyes perfectly level with his waist. His pants were very black and very tight. Very. Tight. Before she could enjoy the view, he laughed and bent down to her level. He caught her eyes and lifted his hand without breaking eye contact, waving once near her feet. She didn't have to look down to know the mess was gone, and she couldn't have looked away from him if she tried. His gaze had a power that both scared and intrigued her. He placed his hand on her cheek, tenderly and... hesitantly? She was too stunned to tell.
"I would like to take you away from all your troubles, Sarah. All you have to do is wish it."
"Jareth, I--"
Her voice broke slightly as she struggled to find her bearings. She shook her head, finally breaking eye contact. It only made her thoughts more jumbled.
"I can't. I don't even know if this is real... I think I'm still dreaming."
Jareth moved his hand from her cheek to her chin, lifting her head to meet his gaze once more.
"I am real, Sarah."
She started to speak when Jareth leaned forward suddenly. His lips met hers hungrily but slowly, coaxing her softly to reciprocate. Sarah inhaled in shock, her mouth paralyzed. It didn't take long for the Goblin King's kiss to melt her paralysis however, and the kiss deepened as she allowed him to enter her mouth further. Jareth gave a small moan of delight as she allowed her tongue to be involved, and the sensual sound of his joy caused Sarah to disregard the last of her hesitation. Her hands shot up to the back of his head, pulling him closer to her as she threaded her fingers through his blonde tendrils. He stood, pulling her up with him, and pushed her up passionately against the fridge. His hands trailed down from her face and squeezed the sides of her waist, waking her sex drive with a pang of longing. His kiss became less chaste quickly when she placed her hands under his shirt, feeling the muscles of his abdomen and chest...
He broke away from her mouth and moved to her ear, pushing his body closer to her as he whispered.
"I'd like to take you, Sarah."
She shivered at the sound of her name, her body begging her to get closer to him.
Her voice was strong despite her difficulty breathing.
"I'm yours."
His laughter rang out unexpectedly. She gasped as he broke away roughly, stepping back just far enough to look in her eyes.
A demented grin consumed his face.
"Good."
And they were gone.
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