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He reentered his bedroom cleaned, dressed, and at near full strength to discover that damnable, annoying Aphrodite reclined on his fireplace chaise lounge. His good temper faltered momentarily at seeing the woman who tampered with his mind and his life making herself comfortable in his personal chambers.
"You are far too persistent for your continuing good health, goddess," he said as he casually adjusted his loose, silk cuffs. His snide comment lacked excessive venom, however, as he had her to thank for his recent enjoyable dreams. Arrogant though he may be, Jareth was not without a semblance of gratitude. Sparing equaled the scales from his viewpoint, for now. Dee smiled pleasantly and swung her sari clad legs over the side of his lounge.
"Glad to see your mood's improved, Jareth." She stood and started walked towards him while looking him up and down with an appreciative glint in her eyes. "You're looking better, too. But then again a few days worth of food and rest will do that."
"Hmm...I suspected several days passed as I'm nearly at full strength." Eyes narrowed, he watched her glide closer while keeping a safe distance. He reevaluated his initial opinion of her: beautiful
and brave, if all together too nosy. With his patented head tilt, he said, "I'm surprised you dare intrude upon me so soon after our last interlude."
"About that," she ducked her head and batted her lashes. Jareth bared his teeth in a false smile at her blatant flirtation, unaffected. "Have any good dreams lately?"
"Perhaps," he drawled and quirked one brow.
"Good, that's good. You know," Dee fiddled with her sari's neckline as she stepped closer, "there's going to be other dreams and such that sneak up on you."
"Indeed?" He stepped to the side, intending to stay on her flank, and locked his hands to the small of his back. Taking measured strides, he appeared relaxed as he circled her. He watched as a flush creeped over her cheekbones.
"Yes, our last conversation ended so badly I didn't get the chance to explain everything to you."
Scowling, Jareth's voice became a bit menacing, "And you've returned to complete the damage?"
"Damage? How can you say that? You've already agreed you've enjoyed the dreams."
"Get on with it, goddess. What else have you to tell me?"
"Alright, alright," she held up both hands, "You're going to experience some things that may distress you."
"Distress me?" He repeated, amazed rather than irate as she expected. His mood really had improved, can't hold a good Goblin King down apparently. Must be really good dreams to inspire this level of optimism. She wished he could have bounced back as quickly the first time, before Zeus found him, and skipped all this trouble.
"That's right, but I want you to remember this very important fact." Dee dared to a point finger at him. "The main reason your soul is back in your fae body is because Sarah chose you to live and Gerard to die. She loves you, Jareth."
"She...chose me? When?" Now Dee grinned, she had him, excitement patently sketched over his normally dour face. How simple to bait a Goblin King in love!
"I'll show you." Waving her hand, a viewing screen appeared showing the short scene of Sarah's emotional speech to Gerard's simulacrum during the in between place, and her silent but meaningful exchange with Jareth's double. Dee observed Jareth's expression as he absorbed the view before him.
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This is it?" He snapped, facing Dee. "She cries over HIM, yet not a tear for me, not one word of love or grief. How can you say she chose me?" She saw a bleakness overcome his mien as she paused the scene.
'Oh Zeus's flambéed balls!' She cursed to herself, relieved to be able blaspheme her father freely now that he was safely imprisoned again. You can lead a Goblin King to love, but you can't make him accept.
"Her heart chose you, Jareth! I felt it the moment she caressed your hand; her heart comprehended its true desire. She's always loved you." She waved the screen away and boldly touched Jareth's forearm.
"It's why you're alive now."
A low growl sounded in his throat. His erotic dreams and images of Sarah warred with his past view of her, a selfish child of fifteen who rejected him. For a woman supposedly in love with him she certainly hid it well enough. All he really knew of her now were the memories Dee shoved into his head against his will, which were currently disjointed images at best. He wanted reassurance directly from the source.
"Trust me, she loves you."
Watching thoughts flash in his eyes, she sought to reassure him by patting his arm and smiling passed her nervousness. '
At least...she will as soon as she figures it out,' she added to herself, but thought it best she keep that quiet for now. No sense poking a riled up goblins' nest, as it were. Sarah still grieved and her heart lie bruised. Being stubborn, she needed time to sort out her emotions, as did Jareth.
"Sarah will be yours eventually, Jareth, be patient."
"If she truly loves me there is no need to be patient, goddess." He smirked, eyes gleaming. "We are, afterall, soul mates by your hand." Before Dee could respond, her mouth open to speak, Jareth vanished, leaving her sputtering silver glitter in his wake.
"Oh Hades! Jareth, what are you up to now?" She immediately recalled her viewing screen to show Jareth's whereabouts, but it wavered then showed only static. The present and future teetered on the edge of possibilities, neither fully decided as both parties played out their parts within the tenets of free will and destiny. At this moment even her theistic powers were limited, and she fretted while she considered Jareth's destination. Where was Sarah now? And the time differences between realms? Pacing, Dee suddenly realized how much she depended upon her powers to show her these nuggets of vital information when needed. To remember all these details at all times...
"Damn it!" Her shout echoed in Jareth's deserted personal chambers as she circled and waited for her screen to show something.
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The brilliant sunshine basked Gerard's funeral, mocking Sarah's grief. Wasn't it supposed to rain when a particularly wonderful person was buried? She recollected some old wives' tale saying rain during a funeral meant the angels cried for the deceased. So what did that say about Gerard? Did it matter? Dead was dead...and it wasn't even his soul, he just didn't exist anywhere except for an empty shell in a box. Sarah stared numbly at his casket as the workers lowered into the ground, and remembered:
Nearly a week passed since his death, and her heartache hurt as much today as it did the first minute. Cassie arranged for Gerard's body to be transported back to New York for his funeral, and miracle of miracles, even sent her the information. Of course, Sarah suspected her mother insisted on Sarah's presence, still...it was nice to be included. She disliked Cassis a bit less for it. The open casket memorial service was short, but very majestic with a well-spoken minister and lovely music. Gerard didn't know many people in New York besides his family and a few work-related friends. Those that attended spoke highly of his generosity, professionalism, and friendliness. The mayor's office sent a large bouquet and card; his 911 memorial design remained one of the top contenders. Many more in Great Britain would miss him once his father returned and officially announced his death. Sarah saw Gerard's father sitting in the front row with his ex-wife and daughter. A stocky, dark-haired man, Mr. Scott was physically the opposite of his son except for his pale complexion and height. A wry smile twisted Sarah's lips as she studied the man from a few rows back. She thought of Dee's words, how she deliberately altered Jer's looks to reflect Jareth for Sarah's benefit. Sarah hated her life a teensy bit more. How she inadvertently affected so many around her. Had Mr. Scott always wondered about his son's genetic heritage? Was that part of the reason his parents divorced? A question she definitely did not want answered. And what did it matter now... The family held each other through the service then the minister announced it open for all to pay their respects to Gerard personally. Excusing herself from Todd and Kathy, her only moral support while her family remained home for now, she walked up the aisle slyly glancing at the Scott family as she passed. Involved in their grief, none looked her way and she was free to say farewell to Gerard in relative privacy. What could she say that she hadn't already? I love you. I miss you. I'm sorry. Forgive me. Please, God, forgive me... Serene in his satin-lined coffin, Gerard appeared similar to his copy during her decision between him and Jareth. And, yeah, that was exactly the moment in her life she wanted to relive. She leaned over the edge of the dark wood, and pressed her lips to his ice cold ones; her good-bye implied as she left her tears and the imprint of her kiss on his skin for the last time. Speechless and unable to look at Gerard's body any longer, she rushed back the pew to await his burial... The thumping of Gerard's coffin at the base of his grave snapped Sarah out of her memories, and her heart bottomed out with it. He really was gone. There was nothing else to do. Kathy slipped her arm around her, and Sarah laid her head on friend's shoulder, choking back another sob. Kathy always knew what to do, how to make her feel better. She was grateful they were back on speaking terms.
Either Kathy or Todd checked on her every day since they got back to New York. Still wrapping their heads around Dee's story, her friends did their best to be as supportive as Sarah permitted. Not unappreciative, Sarah just needed her space as she healed. But she loved Kathy and Todd, even more now that they understood everything.
Meanwhile, Sarah's family planned on visiting on the weekends, and Karen called every day, as Sarah dealt with the fall out of her decision as well as the ramifications of her childhood mistake still rippling through her family. After seeing her anguished state, Toby willingly forgave her while her parents retroactively analyzed how Sarah could do such a thing as wish away her brother then allow the same Goblin King back into her life. A man they welcomed into their home! But seeing as it wasn't really the same man after Dee's explanation, and yet ultimately the same Goblin King
would be a part of her life now that she made her choice...well...it was all very confusing and emotions ran high. Things were strained, but improving because no matter what they loved each other. It was enough for now.
Cassie and her mother both dropped handfuls of flowers into the grave before stepping up to face Sarah who tensed slightly. While Ms. Scott warmly hugged Sarah, Cassie and she eyed each other guardedly over Ms. Scott's shoulder.
"It's good to see to again, Sarah," Ms. Scott told her, patting her back. "I'm so glad you could be here for Gerard."
"Of course, Ms. Scott, thank you for...for allowing me to be here," she said sincerely, ignoring Cassie for a moment.
"You're still wearing the ring?" Ms. Scott drew back and searched Sarah's hand.
"Yes," she answered and showed her, "I haven't taken it off."
"Good...that's good." Ms. Scott kissed Sarah's damp cheek. "You always wear that now, it's important," she whispered to Sarah before looking to her daughter and adding, "Cassie doesn't believe me, but she'll see," before leaving Sarah's side to return to her ex-husband. Sarah watched as various emotions played over Cassie's face until Cassie finally spoke in a tired voice.
"My Mum's not handling this well."
"Yeah?" Sarah didn't know what else to say. Afterall, Cassie seemed to be trying to confide in her suddenly.
"Yeah, she keeps saying how Jer's coming back and well..." Cassie squirmed under Sarah's intense, questioning gaze, "any way, she keeps asking after you, too, and I thought if you'd...maybe...keep in touch since she'll be staying with me for a bit... it might help her, you know, adjust."
"Oh...I don't know..."
"Look you have every right to hate me. I wouldn't blame you. I'm...I'm sorry about everything, about how I treated you from the start." Cassie counted blades of grass at her feet for a moment then meet Sarah's stunned eyes again.
"But this isn't about us, this is for my Mum." Low blow number one...
"Cassie..."
"Please, for Gerard?" Low blow number two...
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God, I'm such a wuss,' Sarah thought, but if Ms. Scott needed her, if she could help her at all after what she'd done...
"Yeah, alright," Sarah said, defeated, unable to refuse anything in Gerard's name, "Jer gave me your number. I'll call you later."
"Thanks, Sarah. It'll mean a lot to my Mum, and me, too." Nodding, Sarah didn't answer prompting Cassie to slink off, leaving her alone with her friends. Could life suck anymore?
"Get me the hell out of here, Kath," she said rubbing her temples. "I can stay here another second."
"You got it." Kathy and Todd guided Sarah towards their parked car, weaving through the sun-baked, older tombstones and trees. As they retreated from the burial site, Todd sensed a familiar presence. Faltering, he nearly tripped as he craned his head around not paying attention to anything but the feeling.
"What is it, Todd? What's wrong?" His wife asked.
"Not sure." Having already released Sarah's arm, Todd walked a few paces away towards an old, sprawling live oak. "But it feels familiar."
"Todd?" His wife asked again when he stopped, looking confused.
"It's gone." He faced them. "Whatever it was..." he huffed, "it's gone now."
"P-please," Sarah asked, her voice cracking, "just take me home." She looked about to drop as she shivered in Kathy's arms. She'd gone pasty white and trembling.
"We will. Come on, honey. We gotta get her home." He nodded his assent and returned to help walk Sarah to their car, forcing himself to focus on Sarah and not the weird sensation earlier.
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Using the shadows as cover, Jareth watched Sarah enter her apartment looking emotionally and physically drained. If possible she looked more exhausted than when he spied her at the cemetery a short time ago. Finding her proved simple enough. Bound together by their souls, he gravitated to her as powerless as a twig in a deluge. It galled him, however, that his first view of her since
that day in his Escher room was shared with
him as she grieved for
that other, yet she loved him, the Goblin King?
How fantastically ironic! He always did enjoy dark humor, now he lived it, or live more of it. Part of him wished to enfold her in his embrace and comfort her while the rest of him flat out desired her, wanted to do as Aphrodite suggested and claim her, make her queen, make her his. Erase all traces of
that imposter from her heart, body, and soul until Sarah Williams screamed his name in all variations.
Up close the long, plain black dress did little to compliment her and yet...her inherent beauty not only remained undiminished; it had matured and honed to a razor edge which cut him to the quick. His involuntary gasp divulged his hiding place and Sarah jumped, dropping her purse.
"Who's there?" The gloom slowly released him as he stepped forward to face her, his brown leather trousers creaking as he prowled closer, every ounce of his self-control in play to keep his hands from reaching for her.
"Sarah," he said in his lazy drawl, adding a lop-sided smirk.
"Jareth! Of course you'd sneak into my home on today of all days."
"It's lovely to see you, my dear."
"Afraid I can't really say the same," she said sarcastically as she scooped up her purse and plopped it on her dining table with a thump.
'God, I really don't need this right now,' she added to herself, feeling her irritation prickle and dance.
"Indeed?" he said with a head tilt, one hand resting on a hip. "That's not what I've been lead to believe, Sarah mine." Jareth's smirk turned predator, and the gleam in his eyes made Sarah shiver.
"Whatever..." she waved a hand at him nonchalantly, deciding to overlook her name used in such as possessive manner for the present as she knew part of her really wanted to fight and Jareth just goaded her. If she could get him out of her house for now, get some peace and quiet...
"Look, it's been a really bad day so if you don't mind..."
"No, I don't mind," he replied in a sultry voice as he moved closer, reached for a wild tendril of her hair, and twisted it around his gloved finger. Her dark brown hair melded with the caramel of his glove, mesmerizing her for a few seconds as he toyed with the thick strand. Their eyes never strayed from one other. Sarah felt sparks leap between them and found it hard to breathe.
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Too soon...it's too soon!' she admonished herself as her body acutely reacted to Jareth's proximity. Her confusing dreams of him since adolescence teased her with his natural sensuality, and now that she knew the truth of their connection she felt it wash over her full force. But her very real love and grief for Gerard made her feel like she betrayed him by being so close to Jareth so soon.
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Even though it's Jer's soul in there? Maybe I'm going crazy,' she wondered. Besides she kind of had a fully body headache after today, and dealing with the intensity of Jareth was just too much right now. Sighing, Sarah pulled her head back freeing her hair.
"Look Jareth," she said softly, "I meant I'm tired and would like to be left alone right now." Jareth 'tsked' her.
"Is this how you greet your soul mate?"
"Are you serious?" she snapped. "Do you have any idea what I've been through today?"
He shrugged, waving a hand dramatically, "I witnessed
his burial. He is of no consequence, a minor detour in our greater history." He moved closer into her personal space, trapping her between him and the dining table. The sooner she forgot Gerard the better.
"How dare you! I love Gerard!" With slingshot speed, Sarah raised her hand to slap his face, but Jareth's retaliatory grip was faster and he held her hand at a safe distance.
"You love
him?" He pressed the full length of his torso against hers. "Then why, pray tell, have I been so reliably informed that your heart chose me?"
"I...I don't..." Sarah gulped. Everything about him overwhelmed her. The feel of his lithe, firm body through both layers of their clothing, his incredibly strong, fingers around her wrist which he held suspended near his face, and his overpowering scent...indefinable...but powerful and quintessentially masculine. It washed over her, drowning her, and made rational thought practically impossible. He probably did this on purpose, used some twisted pheromone magic to dumb her down. Damn him, it was kind of working too!
"Ah, Sarah, I do think you're lying to me." His voice dropped to a whisper, and he ducked his head lower until a couple of inches separated their faces.
"I'm
not lying!" She said and tried to wiggle her hand free. Jareth shifted her hand downwards and locked it behind her back, their torsos smashing together.
"Is that so? Then why is your heart racing? Your skin flushing so delightfully?" He inhaled deeply. "Why can I smell your sudden arousal?"
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Oh, shit, he can smell that?' She thought as she felt another gush of moisture between her legs. The first hit her seconds after he spoke in his sexy baritone from the shadows, and increased with the wave of lust created when he crushed her to him. One of her long suppressed Goblin King fantasies was to be taken by surprise in her home, for Jareth to sneak up on her, forcibly seduce her, and God help her...
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I'm an evil, evil slut...and I'm soo going to hell...' Things only worsened when his tongue touched the sensitive skin behind her ear, and she shivered. Her breasts ached, her nipples throbbed and tightened. '
Oh, God...oh, God, Gerard...I'm so sorry!' He trailed his tongue down her neck. "Taste it on you? He's not an hour in the grave and already you crave me."
"You bastard!" She leaned her head away from his fucking amazing mouth, "I love Gerard!"
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Don't say his name!" He squeezed her captured wrist and jerked her back towards him, "Don't ever say his name again!" He growled, felt his anger rise even with the other aspect of his body. He never wished to hear
his name upon her lips again.
"I hate you..." she whispered viciously. Their lips almost brushed as they panted in time together.
"I'm sure you do, Sarah mine." His said equally as soft but harsh. "Say it often enough you might eventually believe it."
His kiss was forceful and potent, and Sarah's heightened sexual instincts overrode her rational brain. Jareth pushed his tongue passed her lips which hardly fought his entrance. He pulled her as close as possible while keeping her hand trapped at her back. He knew her mind wanted to fight him, but her body welcomed him with open arms, figuratively speaking. Fine by him, milquetoast romance bored him impotent. He rather preferred a good challenge, gave the culmination more spice. The goddess was right, he could feel the soul mate connection blossom between them as they groped each other one handedly. Her fingers fisted in his hair and tugged him closer, hard. Good gods!
Whatever lies she continued to tell herself he planned on obliterating them as quickly as possible. Sarah Williams was rightfully his to claim and she would submit to him. Her moans and writhing assured him of her passion. Fae senses were more acute than humans, and her extreme arousal teased his nostrils. It scented the air like the richest perfume; went straight to his engorged cock and made it throb to the point of pain. Releasing her other hand, he used both of his hands to work her dress upwards while trailing his fingers over her bare thighs to his goal. Sarah grabbed his biceps and dug her nails in through his silk shirt, throwing her head backwards.
"Yes...yes...
please..." She moaned again once his fingers delved around the border of her soaked panties and into her folds. "Oh, God, yes...touch me!"
Her pelvis arched into his probing digits until he found her canal and thrust inside while his thumb manipulated her swollen clit. They both groaned. She was unbelievably wet! Despite her snugness, his three fingers glided effortlessly into her. Sarah leaned her torso back, balancing on the table edge, while keeping her nail digging grip on his arms. The minor pain made it more exquisite.
"Great Danu, Sarah," he gasped out raggedly, following her forward and threaded a hand behind her head to bring her face closer. Jareth kissed her desperately, frantically, hardly allowing them pauses for air. She returned each one full measure.
She moaned again, "I want you..."
"Sarah," he said between kisses, "I knew you never really loved him." Her sudden and violent attack upon his face with her nails shocked him, made him stumble back a step and clap a hand over his bleeding cheek.
"Don't you ever say that! You're wrong! I love Gerard!" She shouted at him, her face flushing more as she panted in anger and lust.
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Enough!" Before Sarah blinked twice, he reached out, grabbed her, spun her 180 degrees and shoved her over the edge of the dining table; his weight holding her torso onto the top while her legs dangled over the side. "That's twice you've struck at me, there will not be a third." He said into her ear. "Do you understand?"
"Get off me! Let me up!" She thrashed and kicked at him blindly.
"No..." he tangled one hand in her hair while the other pulled her dress back up to her waist. "I rather prefer you in this pose, Sarah mine." Licking the back of her neck he added, "And you are
mine, Sarah."
"Jareth, you asshole," She tried to head butt him, but missed when he drew back. "What the fuck are you doing?" Her voice raised several octaves as her brain comprehended his intentions towards her in this very vulnerable position. Meanwhile, her libido sped up (assuming that were possible) when dark Goblin King Fantasy number fifty-three surfaced. He wouldn't, would he?
"You said you wanted me, was that a lie?"
"I...I..." she sputtered. His lips did marvelous things to the back of her neck, and his gloved hands played over her exposed ass before he ripped off her panties. The weight of him on her back should have been frightening and confining, but God help her it was seriously, fucking turning her on. Sarah's gray matter dissolved as her body fired off messages to her brain that it didn't know how to categorize.
"You do want me don't you, Sarah?" He asked in that annoyingly sardonic tone of his. Fingers slipped back inside of her, probed her intimately as he languidly pumped his obvious (and generous, hallelujah!) erection into her hip. Thickened with lust, his voice puffed blindly in her ear. It was the most erotic experience of her life, including the drug-induced public club sex with Gerard.
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Now I'm a bitch and slut and I'm really, really going to hell.' "Guh..." She managed to grunt. Her hips had a mind of their own, and she felt them rocking with the rhythm of his hand thrusting into her. She felt an additional gush of moisture as her brain shut down and her body's responses took over. God had she ever been this wet before? She needed to stop before she hated herself in the morning. Well, hated herself more than she already did. But, damn if his fingers felt this good what about his...
"Tell me you want me, Sarah, say it or I cease."
"Fuck...you..." she gasped out between the combination of her body's wanton rocking, panting and his evil, evil fingers.
"Yes," he purred, "That
is the idea."
She banged her head on the table a few times to clear it, didn't help. She felt a small lump forming, but her out of control lust swamped any pain. Jareth's ministrations and her own body conquered her. She swore she'd kicked Dee's ass if she ever got the chance. How dare she pair her with this arrogant, virile, fae bastard!
"Tell me, Sarah!" His hand slowed, started to withdraw. Her ass arched, searching for contact.
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Noooo! Please, please! Don't stop, I have to...' "Yes, damn it! I want you!" She shouted, "Happy? You fucking fairy asshole!" She added turning her head over her shoulder.
"Very, Sarah mine," Jareth replied as pumped his fingers into her faster until her panting and rocking resumed.
"You'll...fucking...regret...this..." she growled at him.
"I'm sure I will."
With his free hand, he conjured his pants loose and freed his manhood. She was getting close; he sensed it as she started to tremble and her moaning increased. Not about to allow her to end her journey alone, Jareth moved from her, and Sarah gasped at the acute loss of his hand.
"Wha—"she asked. However, before she shifted, Jareth positioned himself behind her, and sheathed himself to the hilt inside of her canal.
"OH FUCK!" She shouted, her back arching until her shoulders rose up at Jareth's first thrust. Incredible! He filled her, stretched her muscles to screaming point. He fit her more perfectly than she ever imagined! Larger than Gerard by at least a couple inches and his girth...sweet fucking, holy mother of...it hurt so fucking good!
"SARAH!" His dreams paled to her in reality. So tight, she strangled him until he believe he'd die right here, thrusting into her hot, wet, pulsing... To manage a few strokes this first time counted as success; he must hurry her along. Grabbing her hips, he held her as he tried to control the pace. He thrust hard and deep.
"YES,
YES, fuck me!" No, he wouldn't last long with her saying things like that, and propelling her ass into him so vigorously. Already he felt his testicles tightening with his impending orgasm.
"Harder, Jer, harder!" Yeah, alright, he could do that...not catching all she said.
Quickly coating his thumb in her fluids, he spread her buttocks and pressed the tip of his thumb to the rim of her anus. She obviously felt his intention because she shuddered, but didn't pull away or refuse. Timing his hand with his hip's rhythm, Jareth carefully worked his thumb into her tight sphincter muscle. Sarah went wild at the additional sensation, bucking and shoving hard against him. Her inner muscles spasmed and fluttered around his cock and thumb as she screamed her voice ragged with her climax.
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Ahhh...Gerard, I love you!" "
Uh...Sarah!" Her clenching undid his already fragile control, and Jareth spiraled after her with his own orgasm, pounding recklessly, almost falling atop her when his legs went numb along with his heart as his conscious brain deciphered what she actually shouted out amidst their first time of passion.
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What?" He said, voice sharp and frozen as he withdrew from her body with a sickeningly fluid sound, and stood stock-still a few feet away; the epitome of a dick swinging in the breeze. Twisting her torso on the table, her lower half still exposed, she pinned him with her wicked gaze.
"Oops," she said with false sincerity and covered her mouth with her hand, "my mistake." She scooted off the end of her table and pulled her dress down while he gaped, speechless.
"I forgot who I was with there for a minute," she smirked, "Sorry, Goblin King. I guess you're kinda forgettable."
Rage, a black fog of rage coated his rational thoughts, and his hand conjured a crystal before he consciously decided to do so. Clenching the orb in his hand, he drew back his arm to fling it at Sarah.
"Do it!" she yelled at him, her face contorted in the same pain and anger as his. "What are you waiting for, Goblin King?" Some small impulse halted his hand, kept him from releasing the crystal that would end her life.
"I know you want me dead," she shoved his chest, "Fucking do it!"
"Don't tempt me, girl..." he said with growl, glowering at her through his slowly simmering wrath. His mismatched eyes, which she once found attractive, glittered dangerously.
"I fucking hate you!" She shoved him again, forcing him back a few steps. "Get out! Get out of my life!"
With a massive amount of self-control, Jareth dematerialized the crystal, readjusted his clothes with a finger-snap then scowled at Sarah who glared back silently. Every part of her body looked coiled for a fight. Releasing a deep breath, Jareth bowed his head and replied in a mocking tone:
"As you wish, Sarah." Then he vanished. He didn't even bother to use glitter.
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A/N: The course of true love never did run smooth, as W.S. said. This will have a happy ending (promise!) but with all the crap between them I honestly can't have them just fall into each other's arms and be all kissy face and sacchrine. Seriously? Would that be believable? I think not. More rocks ahead as all our characters delved into their hearts and figure things out.
Thanks to all who've reviewed and given a 5 plus to my story! Awesomeness! Me love this story so much too!
Jinx
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