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AMELOIRATION CHRONICLES II - RESOLUTIONS OF THE NEW YEAR

CHAPTER 4 - Stratagems of the Resolute

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Trolls declared war inside Jareth's skull. Miniature, insanely strong trolls pounding war drums and brandishing maces until he feared his hang-over migraine threatened to melt his sanity. He groaned and rolled onto his back as his bed sheets were moist from his excessive drool, the distasteful chill waking him.

Bloody hell, what reeks? Jareth lift his arm and sniffed his shirt, ugh ... stale smoke, scotch, and cheap perfume reminded of him of Red and Blonde last night, and why he ditched the pub so quickly once his lazy conscience decided to rejoin the pity party before his actions steered him down a regretful road of debauchery. Drunken, amnesic, decidedly sinful-depending upon your religious preference debauchery.

Besides he hadn't wanted to ruin his relationship with Sarah. If, in fact, that's what that what it was.  He just wanted to forget her emotionally stunted gorgeousness for one night while he dealt with the reality of her determined disregarding of him.

"Hey! I can't be responsible for you all the time," his inner voice said, sounding rather more ashamed then righteous. "I leave you alone for a day, and look what almost happens!"

"Shut up..." he muttered back, while it continued its own shoddy girlfriend deciphering procedures. "It's your fault I nearly fell victim to my own vices." Jareth draped his stinky arm over his eyes to block the inconsiderate morning light beaming through his balcony.  Too tired even to use magic to close the curtains, he lie in misery, unable to remember the last time he'd drank to such pain.

It had been at least two centuries ago ... sometime around the early 1800's while he traipsed about Europe during the Napoleonic War-the first one, not the ridiculously bloody Hundred Days because the tyrant didn't know he was defeated. As much as Jareth dislike the man personally, he'd admired his tenacity and grinned as he compared it to Sarah's spirit.

Then voice returned.  "I am you, so this is really your fault!"

"My head is killing me. Shut up unless you have something useful to say!"

The voice grumbled for a minute then added, "So what are you going to do to get her back besides play the victim?"

"Pardon? Play the victim?" That got his attention. She'd kicked him out. He was the bloody victim!

"Excuse me? You're King! No one kicks you out. You're only a victim by your choice!"

Now that really got Jareth's attention, and words softened. "True. I like your thinking. No wonder we're so much alike." He removed his arm from his eyes and sat up slowly as not to upset either his head or his stomach. "Go on."

"Well, I've been thinking while you've been wasting time."

"I was recovering." Jareth defended. "Have you any idea the difficulty scheming presents while one is hung-over?"

"Of course not,I've never been so foolish as to debauch myself while there are perfectly perfect Goblin Queens to claim."

"Your humility is noted," Jareth deadpanned through gritted teeth.  Sometimes he really hated himself.  "Your idea?"

"You can't just show yourself to her after what you said. We do have our pride to maintain after all," Voice said.

"Without question."

"But who says you can't show yourself to her in other ways, more ardent, reality defying ways."

"I like the sneakiness in your tone, do go on..." Jareth's headache and queasiness receded as Voice detailed his evil plot to not only get Sarah back, but to do so on his terms. Jareth cupped his chin thoughtfully as he and his conscience strategized. They did their best work when collaborating on evil plots.

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Tossing and turning in her bed, Sarah woke with a startled gasp, her sweaty sheets ribboned around her legs. She checked her alarm clock, almost 4 a.m. and she remembered that tomorrow ... technically today ... was Saturday, she was free of work if she wished.  That, at least, was a relief.

But the dream, the luscious sex dream crashed into her consciousness. Her sixth dream in two nights—which would on its own be an orgasmic record, but this latest dream pushed all boundaries of Sarah's previous subconscious Jareth induced nocturnal fantasies.

During the dream, somehow during the normal sexual encounter with his royal hotness, and during the point where they were sans clothing and nicely steamed up and bothered, Sarah experienced what could only be described as two more identical Jareths joining in the love romp. Which brought the grand total of three extremely hot Jareths—who were by the way all fantastic lovers—making rough, salacious, and ohmyGod Ican'tbelievethat'shumanlypossible love to her.

How she survived the experience without a coronary was a case for mental stupefaction; hence, her rather rude awakening. Ever since she'd told Christy her Goblin King dilemma, she'd been having increasingly lewd dreams about Jareth, and waking with a strong sense of physical dissatisfaction. Sure she'd climax during the dreams but it ... just ... wasn't ... the same!

"Just admit it," Tutu chimed it. You miss him and his leather clad bodaciousness. You know, he IS a sorcerer. I bet he might even be able to make that three on one action come true." Sarah kicked her sheets free of her legs practically screaming in mental and sexual frustration.

"Fine...FINE! You want him so bad, Tutu, you can have him!" Jumping from her bed, and without bothering to turn on her lights, Sarah stood resolute in the middle of her bedroom and declared firmly. "Jareth, enough with the sex dreams, get your ass here pronto."

"You screeched, Precious?" His velvet drawl slid over her skin from behind her, and Sarah spun to see him reclined upon her rumpled bed in his customary leather pants ... only his leather pants.

Yep ... barefooted, bare-chested, and a whole lot of other bareness assaulted her taut senses. Her first and overwhelming reaction was to jump him and remove said leather pants with her teeth, but somehow her anger overrode her libido and she restrained herself. Never let it be said by anyone that Sarah Ann Williams lack enormous reserves of willpower.

"You!" she spat.

Jareth admired how her inflamed skin contrasted nicely with her cream silk negligee.  It also did wonders for particular portions of her more ... prominent anatomy. His ridiculously tight pants grew too snug again, and he attempted to shift his hips inconspicuously to adjust certain portions of his anatomy. Damn and blast! His body had a mind of its own around her! Can't have Sarah thinking she held the upper hand in their newest game.

"Me? You say that with such passion, my dear. It couldn't be that you've missed me?" he purred in a self-satisfied voice, observing his lovely nemesis sputter with indignation. The fire in her eyes bespoke a certain righteousness that disturbed Jareth; this wasn't going at all how he'd envisioned. After he'd sent her such tempting dreams of him, he knew her resistance would crumbled within days, if not hours, of that he'd been correct; but her frenzied attack was supposed to be directed towards ravishing him not accusing him.

"Missed you? You cheat! Like you didn't invade my dreams with the intention of driving me insane first!" She heard her shrillness, and tried to calm down as she paced at her bedside. But her nerves were frayed, and having him literally at arm's length tripled the stress. She saw his expression change slightly from smug to uncomfortable; the change was minute, and if she hadn't know him so well, it might've slipped past her. As it was, she caught it and froze.

He knew he was trapped. He'd never lied to her and bloody hell if he'd start now; but the woman was too smart by half, and he knew instantly when she knew that he knew that she'd figured him out. Did immortality count for nothing against her? Not even thirty-mortal-years-old and already she outwitted him on a regular basis.

"Jareth..." The warning tone in her voice held blend of ice and fire making him cringe. Time to rev things up to his stage two plans.  Either they'd survive Defcon 1 without all out war being declared, and maybe, just maybe, live happily ever after; or else they'd cease being a problem for each other or anyone else in two realms.

Sarah crawled onto the bed, stalking him, and he really didn't approve of the feral spark in her eyes as it was less passion and more revenge-based. Perhaps robbing two nights of sleep from his potential queen hadn't been quite the well thought out plan he believed it to be.

"Now, Sarah," he held up a placating hand, "don't do anything you'll regret." He sat up, and shimmied away from her until he perched on the edge of her bed. Had she just growled? Definitely time for Stage 2 escalation. Just as Sarah reached his side of the bed, her hand reaching for him in a sort of claw formation, Jareth flicked his wrist, conjuring a crystal which he tossed at her before she could spring away.

Sarah howled in frustrated rage as she realized what he'd done. "Jareth! You glittery bastard! Untie me now, and I mean yesterday or I swear you'll think the Bog is a vacation spot when I get done with you!" She watched him admire his handiwork as he towered over her, his spell bodily securing her spread eagle upon her own bed.

She twisted her head to see what could've been used to tie her as her headboard was plain and there was no foot board.  She noticed what looked to be four large crystalline loops at each corner of her bed. Thick leather thongs wrapped around her wrists and ankles, tight enough that she couldn't wriggle free, but not so tight that she felt her extremities lose circulation. Oh, he'd done it now.  Tying her up against her will.  He was toast as soon as she worked her way free.

"Sarah," he said soothingly, sitting on the edge of the bed causing her to bristle, but he refused to move away. "We have much to discuss, and I grow tired of your obstinate behavior."

"My obstinacy? Why you..." Her body jerked towards him, pulling her restraints snug and her skin around the leather blanched.

"Now, now precious, don't hurt yourself." Jareth stroked her hair lovingly, ignoring the anger flaming in her eyes. "It's not my intention to harm you; I just want to discuss certain aspects of our relationship."

"So you tie me up? This whole not dying thing has really affected your critical thinking skills," she said sarcastically, punctuated by an inelegant snort as she tossed her head back against the mattress.

"I need to be sure you hear what I have to say.  Your focus is vital to our conversation." He ran his fingers lightly down her arm closest to him, enjoying seeing her skin prickle.

"This'll be good," she snipped.

"Oh, I think so." He ran his fingers back up her arm and across her chest, barely brushing the edges of her already hardened nipples which he could see tenting her silk nightgown. "You're enjoying this aren't you, my dear?"

"In your dreams." She bared her teeth at him, and Jareth laughed heartily.

"No, Sarah, I believe in yours!" And he quickly claimed her mouth, running his tongue along side hers as she immediately accepted him. They moaned simultaneously having missed each other too long. Jareth shifted his body over Sarah, his hands caressing her silken clad breasts down her torso and to her bare legs, which were held open for him.

"Jareth! Untie me!" she said passionately between frenzied kisses.

"Not until you admit you love me," he replied, his torturous hands exploring her most intimate areas.

"What?" she cried out, pulling her lips from his. "What about you?"

He lifted his head staring down at her. "I've already proven it," he said, then tried to kiss her again, but she twisted away.

"Proven it? So you don't have to say it but I do?"

"Well ... I'm King ... and ... Uh ... well ..." Somehow the idea seem rather more logical two days ago in his head, but as he gazed into her wounded, enraged eyes, Jareth acutely realized how stupid he was. Really, really stupid. And arrogant.

"Get. The hell. Off me." Her icicle voice cut through his heart.  He tried to swallow as the cruelty of her eyes destroyed his stupid, stupid plan.

"Sarah, it's not what you think." Jareth leaned onto his side shifting his weight from her.

"Untie me, Jareth."

"Just listen for a minute, one minute." He rush on, could hear himself babbling in desperation, so when she remained silent he thought perhaps he'd gained a reprieve. "I love you, Sarah. I'm a complete idiot, but you should understand that while I'm quite old, beyond mortal understanding," he added under his breath, "I've never truly been in love before. This is not an emotion I'm ... familiar with or have any experience dealing in. I am as lost as you." Jareth hurried through his explanation, and while her eyes didn't soften they didn't engulf him in flames either. Which he took as a positive sign. He decided to try a little faith, and released her restrains with a snap of his fingers. She pulled her arms and legs tight to her torso, then rolled away from him.

"Sarah, please, talk to me." He lightly touched her back.  She didn't flinch or scoot away or shove her ankle into his crotch--all continuing positive signs.  Because that last one would seriously hurt at the moment. "Sarah? I don't know what to do. But I know I love you, and I want to try to figure out how to have a relationship with you, and perhaps one day you would accept being my 1ueen?"

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She listened to him, and held back her emotions until she thought they'd explode. Too much, it was all too much. He loved her; he tied her up to force her to admit it first, but how's that going to work in a relationship? God, they were both so messed up, what was wrong with them?

"But he's admitting it now,"Tutu said. "You're just going to leave him hanging? You know that admission has a short shelf life."

I know, but can I really do this? Can I really be in a relationship with him, and not screw it up? With an immortal man who thinks tying me up is equal to relationship counseling? she asked Tutu.

"How the hell should I know? But you love him don't you?"

Yeah, I do.

"Then it's worth a chance. It's all either of you can do."

Sarah rolled over to face Jareth, and heard his surprised intake of breath. "Okay, so this was insane, and if you ever tie me up again, without my permission, I'll figure out a way to test your immortality."

"Absolutely!" He tried to keep the enthusiasm from his voice that she wasn't kicking him out. or just plain kicking him.

"And there's going to be some boundaries and ground rules in place.  You can't just take over my life, Jareth."

"Understood, I can agreed to that." He eagerly nodded, stroking her hair, pleased that she allowed it.

"And," she leaned close, brushing her lips against his, "I love you, too," she admitted before crushing her lips to his.

He wrapped his arms around her. pulling her close and rolling her on top of him. "Precious, don't ever scare me like that again," he told her while working her nightgown over her head.

"Jareth, don't ever give me a reason to and I won't," she retorted, working on his leather pants until they were both nude and reveling in one another for the rest of the weekend.

TBC
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