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The Sweet Taste of Peaches	By : Jetredgirl Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 2088 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sarah woke and stretched, her hand reached out to touch him but found nothing. She opened her eyes to find herself in her little bed, in her cottage, alone.
The hearth was cold and her clothes piled on the floor. She pushed her ragged blanket off and saw she was wearing her shift she slept in. "What happened?" She said to no one. She was as she always was. Her family and husband long dead from the illness.
Was it all a dream?
She rose out of bed and felt the soreness in her body that said it was no dream but how could it have been anything else if she woke up in her own bed?
She slid to the floor her hands covering her face. "No, please no. Please."
When she picked up her clothes a fine black glove felt out of the pile. She picked it up and brought it to her face.
It smelled like him.
She quickly washed and dressed, not bothering to eat. She had to see. Had to know.
She dashed out the door barefoot and down the road to the castle grounds.
The old man who sold her eggs and butter stopped her. "Where are you going Miss Sarah?" He asked.
"To see the king." She said.
He gave her an odd look. "What king, we have no king. Are you going daft?"
"No!" She answered, and she ran faster clutching his glove.
She ran and ran until she reached the edge of the forest and stopped when she got to the end of the path. Her feet were throbbing.
There was nothing but an empty field. No castle, no peach trees, no wall, no garden, nothing.
A sob escaped her. "No. He can't be gone." She said. She walked forward until she got to the edge of where she knew the orchard was.
"Everything is gone." She cried as she walked. Longing for him to appear. He didn't.
She stopped when she got to the spot she knew they had met. She could feel remnants of his energy. The spot she gave herself to him, and he her. He was a part of her, the other half of her. He spoke to her of two halves of a whole, and he was hers, and she knew to her very bones she was his.
There was something laying on the ground a short distance away and she went to it, as it was the only thing she saw besides a short cover of grass.
It was a half eaten peach. She sat on the ground and cradled it in her hands, crying. It had been the most perfect peach she had ever seen. Round and plump. It had not rotted or changed at all since it fell from her hand as he kissed her.
In tears she put it to her mouth.
"Jareth." She sighed and she bit into the fruit.
The world began to shift under her and she cried in alarm.
"What is happening?" she exclaimed, dizziness claimed her and she had to lay flat on the grass as the world spun.
Darkness overcame her sight and she couldn't breathe. She lost consciousness, but she swore she heard a distant chanting before she knew no more.
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The Goblin King sat upon his throne.
The throne he has desired for, fought for and had held in an iron grip. Had desperately wanted to return to.
He felt nothing.
He did not want it anymore. He wanted freedom. He want love. He want his witch.
This throne had been his base to reach out for anything he wanted to take it, and now was a chain around his neck. He had imprisoned himself.
As he sat there, a presence began to take shape before him. He watched unconcerned as the form coalesced into the High King of The Underground.
Jareth didn't particularly care if the man was there congratulate him or to kill him. At least he would be done with this if it was the latter.
The High King bowed his head. "King Jareth, it is good to see you back. It has been too long."
"Yes, I suppose it has been, Your Majesty." he answered with a shrug.
The High King was ancient, far older than him and more powerful. He could snap Jareth's neck and part of him wished he would.
The High King approached him "You do not seem happy to be home, Goblin King. Yet you fulfilled you purpose and broke you curse. You have learned to love. You have gained compassion. You will be a better king now."
Jareth laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Yes, and now I do not want it anymore. Now that I have gained all I thought I wanted, I lost the thing that matters most. The irony is not lost upon me, I suppose. The ultimate punishment."
The High King smiled. "Oh? Have you now? Do you think me so cold Jareth?"
Jareth took a deep breath and folded his hands together. "Of course not. You are kind and benevolent ruler, for the most part, yet ruthless when you have to be."
The High King nodded. "I am. You have experienced my ruthlessness, and you paid your dues. Now, let me show you how kind I can be. Your reward for breaking the curse awaits you in your precious peach orchard. I would advise you to go now. Humans in transition are fragile."
"You mean...?" Jareth asked carefully, too afraid to say the words. A small spark of hope lit deep within.
"Go, Jareth, your king commands you." The High King said, "And I give you my blessings on a happy life with your twin flame."
Jareth was already gone, as an owl speeding towards the trees in the distance. He reached out and sensed a small bright presence there.
His heart soared as high and as free as he did.
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Sarah woke up once more, still flat on her back.
Above her were the hanging branches of a tree. A peach tree, heavy with perfect fruit.
She sat up and looked around. "What in the world happened? Where am I?" she murmured.
She stood and tried to walk but felt so weak and dizzy she tipped forward towards the ground. She braced herself for a hard impact as she fell.
She never hit. She felt as if she was hovering, levitating. After a moment she realized she was being held up by a pair of strong arms that had caught her just before she hit.
She opened one eye to look.
Him. It was him. Her king. Her lover. Her soul mate.
His smile was like the sun when it came."Sarah...my little witch. Never a sight has been so beautiful, so welcome."
She blinked trying to clear her head. "What happened to me? Where did you go? Why do I feel so weak?" She asked him wanting to get all the questions out before she fainted again.
"I went home, witch. I went home because you showed me how to love in just a few hours. You melted the ice that surrounded my heart, and freed me. You broke my curse."
She nodded once, though she was so out of sorts it was hard to understand it all. She wasn't stupid, she was one of the few in her village that could read, write and do figures, but she was so confused. "Oh. Then why I am with you?" her brain was cloudy and she was having a hard time fitting the puzzle together.
His smile was still as bright as the sun. "Because, sweet Sarah, that love I now feel belongs to you, and your reward is the throne next to mine."
Sarah was fading fast. "We are going to have to talk about this later sir. I am afraid I am too tired to go on." Her head tipped to the side, again this chest. She still clutched one of his leather gloves to her chest.
She was deeply asleep and would remain so as long as her body needed to stay that way. He hoped it would not take too long.
He kissed her forehead. "Sleep well, little witch. When you wake, your new life begins."
He held her close as he disappeared to take her home.
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Sarah slept for days as she slowly changed. Jareth stayed by her side as much as possible. Only taking small breaks to take care of things he absolutely had to.
He planned on being the first thing she saw when her eyes opened. He placed a goblin at her bedside at those times he had to be away from her, with strict orders to call him if she showed any sign of stirring.
He slept next to her at night an arm over her protectively.
Days later he was dozing in a chair close by when a small murmur came from the bed. In less than a second he was next to her, cradling her.
"Sarah?" He whispered. Watching her face for any signs of waking.
Her eyes fluttered and opened. "I thought it was all a dream." She answered. "Everything. I saw my mother in a dream, she was smiling and crying. She was beautiful."
"It is no dream, beloved. You are here in my lands, with me. I will make you my wife if you say yes. Will you say yes?"
She blinked up at him in shock. "You want to marry me? I am but a simple human. I am nothing."
He sat her up and held her hands. "I beg to differ. You are not simple, human or not, you are wise and beautiful, kind, and strong. Everything I want, or need. My other half. I will have no other." He kissed each hand, his eyes never leaving her face.
"Oh. But sir..." She started to protest, and he laid a finger over her lips.
"No more of that. You call me Jareth, or husband, or my love, but never sir, never Your Majesty." He commanded. His smile grew as he spoke his next words. "Come to the mirror and see." He helped her up off the bed.
Sarah's knees were weak and rubbery, so she let him guide her to the full length mirror in the corner.
She stared at herself, mouth open. She was herself, but different. Her features had changed slightly. Her face a little sharper, her brows arching in gentle slopes, her ears peeking through her tangled hair coming up to points like the king's ears. Not as sharp as his, but not round anymore.
"What happened? What did you do to me?" She asked turning her head to look at him.
Jareth's face fell. "I had hoped you would like it."
She stepped away from him and closer to the mirror. "I don't dislike it, but...am I no longer human? Is that what has happened?"
He followed her and wrapped his arms around her waist, their eyes meeting in the mirror as he spoke. "You are one of my people now, little witch. With all that it entails. Soon your magic will grow and enhance your innate power. Which laid dormant within you.
He kissed her bare shoulder, covered by only the thin strap of her sleeping gown, then continued.
"I suspect you have an ancestor of my people, on your mother's side as magic runs stronger in females in the human world. You were always meant to be here with me. You were born for this. That is why you were never afraid of me, why you responded to me. We are twin souls, you and I, Needing to learn the same lessons so we would be able to find each other. To leave our pasts behind and begin again, together."
Sarah looked at them both together in the mirror. Seeing herself with him, his face next to hers. She took a deep breath and relaxed into him. She closed her eyes and and let her feelings guide her, her instinct.
She felt different too, on the inside. There was no great gaping hole in her anymore. She didn't feel lost, or sad, or alone.
Sarah felt whole. Her spirit settled and content. She still had many questions, but she felt no desire to be what she once was. She had no longing for her little one room cottage with it's leaky roof and rickety furniture and straw mattress or ratty blankets.
There was nothing there for her except painful memories.
Sarah opened her eyes, and they met his in the mirror again. The joy sparked and blossomed along with her smile.
She really was home.
She turned and brought his face to hers for a kiss. There were many more kisses to follow.
She led him to the bed and with a flick of a finger, her gown fell to the floor. She stared at her finger a moment and looked up at him giggling in surprise. Magic. Real magic. She had really always been a witch and now she knew it.
As a human in her world, it had been stifled by oppression and rules she was forced to follow to be acceptable.
Jareth laughed at her expression and his clothes joined hers.
He picked her up and laid her on the bed.
"I want you now. May I have you?" He asked as he joined her on the soft feather bed.
She opened her legs and waited. She was more than ready just being there with him, and he was already hard she had seen.
The king surprised her and laid on his back, urging her over him. "Like this, Sarah. You will enjoy this. Take control of your power over me."
She let her eyes rove over him. He was so perfectly beautiful, and she told him so having no need to refrain now.
"Thank you." he said. "As you are as well. Now please, I ache for you." His eyes implored her.
She sat down upon him, a little unsure but willing to do as he asked. He took hold of his hard shaft and rubbed it against that sweet place hidden by her folds that caused her to wiggle and squeal in delight. She bent down and kissed him as he set the tip of his cock at her opening.
"Now, precious Sarah, seat yourself on me." He instructed her.
She did, and he slid inside, fitting perfectly. She gasped because in this position, he made direct contact with that place he had found the night in the orchard.
He took her hips and helped her find her rhythm, moving up and down. Once she did he lay back and let her take her power.
Sarah braced her hands on either side of his body and pumped her hips as he had shown her to do. It didn't take long for her to feel that control over him and use it.
She rotated her hips slightly as he had done the first time they had made love, pushing down on him as he pushed up, grunting with each of her downward strokes.
Jareth's hands itched to grasp her hips and backside, but refrained, letting her find her confidence to control him. For the first time in his life, he would give his control to someone, and it didn't feel wrong at all.
They ground their bodies together, their moans syncing, and becoming louder.
As they worked together to reached their climax, both began to glow.
They crashed down over the cliff together, spiraling down from their heights, calling each others name in unison.
Later, They lay in each other's arms, enjoying the sounds of the birds coming through the open windows.
"Is that a yes, my Sarah witch?" He kissed her lips repeatedly. She tasted even more of peaches now, in her afterglow.
"It is Maje...my beloved." She snuggled close. "I have another question."
He laughed. "I am not surprised. Questions questions questions with you."
"Oh you." She said, laughing too, she was so happy she was giddy. They were in bed, but neither were tired at all.
"I just wondered," She began, "If this means," She played with the hair on his stomach, twirling it as she bit her lip.
He waited patiently, suppressing the need to laugh more at her coy flirting.
"That I can eat all the peaches I want, do you think?" She grinned happily her big green eyes full of mischief.
His laugh grew again. Sarah decided she loved that sound more than any sound she had ever heard. "My love, you can have the entire orchard."
She threw herself over him, hugging him close, and kissing him all over his face.
"Then let me repay you now." She suggested. "Once for every peach in that orchard."
Jareth kissed her back. "Now that, witch, is the best deal I will ever make. For every peach picked 2 grow in it's place."
"Oh." Sarah's eyes widened. She didn't know that.
As Jareth watched her face, a wicked gleam began to shine in her eyes. "Well, then we had best start working on that now. Because it will take all our lives to fulfill."
He sighed as he looked at her, and happiness filled his heart. "Indeed it will, Sarah love, indeed it will."
He pulled her to him and rolled her beneath, intent on never letting her get out of the bargain.
Not long after, the Goblin King took his witch as his Queen, and no finer rulers there ever were.
In love, and loved by all.
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